She was already on the roof, looking out over the parking lot, when he arrived.

He’d told Karen that he had some paperwork to fax.

She wrapped her arms around herself. She looked cold, but she wasn’t shaking.

He’d helped Karen get her coat on. He’d felt strangely detached.

She turned around and saw him. She looked…empty.

He’d wondered if Karen would be angry if she knew where he was.

Her mouth moved, slowly, like she was drowning. “I’m in love with you.”

He blinked.  “What?”

“I just needed you to know. Once.”

He’d already made dinner plans with Karen.