(SASHA)
We leave Rome as early as we can, after I buy tickets for a high- speed train north. We don't talk much about anything that happened overnight until we're safely in our first-class seats—Tyler refused to travel in anything but—and I'm happy enough to have time to process and think. I asked him, as we packed, to explain to me exactly what steps he had taken, and his reasoning behind them, and he gave up all the information readily, succinctly.
I ran it through my mind again and again, in the hotel room, in the taxi to the train, and after we boarded and were waiting to leave. And at the end of all that thinking, I really couldn't fault anything in his approach.
