I was walking down a street in London when you called me to tell me about the diagnosis. I stopped on a street corner (corner of Adeline Place and Bedford Avenue) and talked to you.

Everything I'd seen Lee do and especially some of the last meetings I had with him at work that were so difficult and I kept wondering why he seemed like such a jerk, all that suddenly made horrifying sense.

I felt so awful for my own reaction to him. And guilty.