"I heard."
"Do you choose her back if she's dead?"
He was quiet long enough that the refrigerator finished a cycle and started another. "I choose the truth of her," he said. "I choose you. Choosing a living woman isn't the opposite of that unless I use it as an eraser. I did a little erasing. I'm going to stop."
Emma unplugged the phone when it reached full charge. She put it in the hoodie pocket. "Can it sleep in my room?"
"Yes."