Sundown. That crimson hour when life’s debris settles in for the night. We’ve not spoken in a long while. Days, actually, as I keep score. “I want out” she says in confident voice. My eyes take in her essence as I fake surprise. She looks away. I lean in. Stroke her cheek with my finger like she likes me to do and for the first time in forever I sense a rush of lavender in her hair.