than another exchange through counsel. I nearly declined. Nathan asked what I hoped to achieve.
“I want it finished cleanly.”
“Then meet him somewhere public.”
We settled on a quiet Boston hotel restaurant, somewhere neither of us owned the memories. Aaron arrived first and rose when I approached, an old courtesy. We sat together for several uncomfortable moments until he gave me a faint, humorless smile.
“You look different.”
“I’m wearing the same kind of clothes.”
“That’s not what I mean.”
“I know.”
When the server arrived, I ordered my
