“Sandy leans forward and kisses me, and I kiss her back, pressing myself against her, my excitement about the investigation rolling over, accelerating, transforming into that other big feeling, that exhilarating and terrifying feeling – not love, but the thing that feels like love – bodies rising to each other, nerve endings opening up and seeking each other – a feeling I know, even as it floods into my veins and my joints, that I will probably never feel again. Last time, for this.”