Well, time to put the cards on the table. I opened my mouth to say something like 'I demand an explanation', but the words died in my throat. To see him there, like this, made my heart ache, and words like 'why, Sean, why?' sounded trite.

I rubbed my forehead, then looked up at him. "Sean, please," I said softly. "I have no idea what's going on with you. Tell me what's wrong."