slow collapse, the kind that does not make any sound.
“Twenty-six years,” I said. “Twenty-six years, and I don’t even know what I’m looking at right now. So I’m going to ask you one question, and I need you to answer me. No detours.”
He lowered himself into the chair opposite me, like a man stepping into deep water.
“Who got the second bracelet, Nolan?”
For a long moment, he said nothing. Then he looked at me, and his voice came out barely above a whisper.
“There’s a reason I
