and his work on prominent divorces made him a familiar name to Aaron’s legal team. He greeted me with two coffees and handed one over.
“Americano. No sugar.”
I looked at the cup.
“You remember?”
“You complained about sweet coffee for three years.”
“That was law school.”
“You were very committed to the complaint.”
I managed a small, unsteady laugh. Nathan’s smile faded when he saw my face; he ushered me into his office and took out a legal pad.
“Come in.”
“Tell me what we’re dealing with.”
“Three years
