I closed my eyes and leaned back in my chair. When we’d been in the office together, with Dunn waiting for us to say something, Allie had thought on her feet. I had stolen her lines – I wasn’t sure if she’d had those planned or if she’d had something else in mind anyway – and she’d managed to come up with something spectacular, anyway.
Who we lose, instead of what. Objects, even if they were sentimental, could be replaced. People and our attachment to them, couldn’t.
I wrote down a couple of bullet points. When I was done, I read over them, trying to see how I could put this into a two-minute clip. There were a few ideas, but essentially the whole thing rested on Allie’s idea, not mine. I shook my head and pushed the page away.
The bottom drawer drew me and I opened it, taking out Allie
