"What do you want to know first?" he asks.
"If she's not, then why did you stay?"
"Because I was in love with her,"
"And you didn't tell,"
"Because you don't break a promise to someone that you love that much,"
"So she knew all along?"
"Yeah,"
"How long did you know?"
"Long enough,"
"How long before she told you?"
"I don't know, long enough,"
"And?"
"And I understood after she told me. It made a lot more sense. I mean one thing on top of another, and there you go,"
"I don't know,"
"How long has it been since you talked to her?"
"A while,"
"Do you know where she is?"
"I thought I did. Is she where she says she is?"
"Oh yeah, as far as I know,"
"Who is he?"
"I don't know... I mean I know, but not very well,"
"A name will do," she tells him as he's scrambling to find answers for her.
"Adam Mills,"
"Doesn't sound familiar,"
"He's a lawyer,"
"How old is he?"
"Twenty eight, maybe even as old as thirty,"
"Are you sure?"
"Pretty sure,"
"So did she have a relationship of some sort with him,"
"Well obviously some sort of one,"
"No I mean besides the obvious,"
"Not as far as I know,"
"Not as far as you know?"
"It was something that happened once,"
"Oh,"
"Have you seen her? I mean..."
"For her birthday we all had a video chat,"
"Her most recent birthday?"
"Yeah,"
"Oh,"
"She's gorgeous,"
"Does she look like..."
"Exactly but her hair is red,"
"Are you sure that this is all real, and I'm not dreaming?"
"Yeah I'm sure,"
She takes the envelope out of the pocket on the back of the seat. She opens it and looks over the evidence again.
"Riley?"
"Riley Cooper,"
"That's such a gender neutral name,"
"I know but I didn't pick it. I definitely didn't have any say,"
"She's definitely got a mind of her own,"
"So does Riley, she doesn't do anything they way she's supposed to,"
"It's genetic,"
"I know," he jokes.
"What do I do?" she asks.
"It's time for her to tell her,"
"But..."
"She's stubborn, she's not going to tell her unless you make her,"
"I know, but I don't want to make her,"
"Just call her,"
"How long has it been since you've talked to her,"
"Two months twenty-eight days, and eight hours. I mean there have been a few emails, but no phone calls, or web cam chats,"
"There's a lot going on with her,"
"So what do you suggest?"
"Call her,"
"What if she doesn't answer me?"
"Go to her,"
"And what if..."
"If you can't find her, I'll find her for you," he tells her.
"What if you can't?"
"I'd go to the ends of the earth for her,"
"I'm not her,"
"No but she needs you right now,"
"No she doesn't,"
"She does trust me. She just doesn't know it,"
"Then why are you doing this?"
"Because I love her, and I know her well enough to know that she needs you,"
"What if she doesn't?"
"That's your biggest fear isn't it?"
"Yeah, I mean she didn't let me in on the most important part of her life,"
"She needs you,"
"No she doesn't, not anymore. She's a grown woman who doesn't need me,"
"I wouldn't be so sure,"
They pull up to the curb. The door opens, and she steps out. Before she can shut the door he calls out, "Wait."
"What?" she questions.
"Here you should have these," he tells her as he hands her the envelope.
She gets into her car and drives home. She heads to the shower. She drags herself into the bathroom, and showers. She slips on some old pajamas and then goes into the kitchen. Finally she collapses on the couch.