"It's basically Jonathan, summed up in a bunch of papers." He shrugged as if he didn't know how else to explain them. "I guess I should be more specific. These are the records of every class he took, every time he visited a doctor, every place he lived, everyone he knew." He scooted some of the stack towards her. "Have a look, if you like. But these aren't all of them. They're everywhere. In every office in this building is a part of Jonathan's life."
Why would he keep this from me. Was I wrong to believe that even he didn't have secrets from me? I knew I had secrets form him, but there's a difference. Mine couldn't have caused his death. Jana pouted and kept walking. She needed to talk to Robert. He was the only one of the troupe who showed her any compassion, and right now she just wanted to be held.