conversation was over.
I paid for both coffees and walked outside.
Then I sat behind the wheel for ten minutes, watching her leave in the car whose insurance I had paid for the previous two years.
Three weeks later, everything changed.
It was Thursday afternoon.
I needed Brandon’s signature on a wedding insurance form before the next day’s deadline.
His receptionist had told me he would be in the office all afternoon.
I pulled into the parking lot of the small commercial real-estate firm where he worked.
His car sat
