Then fifteen.
I considered leaving. I could drive home, wait for him to return, and demand the truth.
But I had already come this far.
At approximately 9:10 a.m., the entrance opened.
Eliam stepped outside.
He wasn’t alone.
A woman emerged beside him.
She appeared to be in her early forties, with shoulder-length dark hair and a long beige coat. She carried a folder against her chest and spoke to Eliam with the easy familiarity of someone who knew him well.
He smiled at her.
Not the polite
