"The first weeks," he said, "about the first six months, I dreamed about this meeting. Laura, I couldn’t believe you were dead. I thought, in jail somewhere. Singapore. She’s a political, I told people, somebody’s holding her, they’ll let her go when things straighten out. Then they started talking about your being on the Ali Khamenei , and I knew that was it. That they’d finally gotten you, that they’d killed my wife. And I’d been half the world away. And hadn’t helped." He put his thumbs into the corners of his eyes. "I’d wake up at night and think of you drowning."