"I thought the same. About calling, about being unsure whether I should or not. If you'd want to hear from me. Ever.

But I had to see you. I had to know for sure. If you meant everything you said that night." Or if Jason had just said it because he hadn't thought he'd make it through. If he'd said it as a goodbye.

"I was angry, after. But not at you. I was angry -- not at God, not exactly. At the church. For failing us. Failing you. I went to confession and I yelled at the priest. Can you imagine?" He lets out a laugh, but it's weak. Less than half hearted.