Of course I had to come home to a firetruck outside the apartment.
Of course there had to be an ambulance beside it.
Of course Harry had to be lying on a stretcher, oxygen mask taped over his face.
"Empty night!" I shouted, at his side in an instant. "What did you do?"
He coughed. "Hey."
"Don't talk," I said, scanning him over. "What happened?"
He held something up. "Couldn't let this burn."
It was Justine's scarf. The one she made for me.
How is it possible to want to both hug and strangle someone at once?