usual unsweetened Americano.
“You still drink those.”
“Yes.”
“I don’t think I ever knew that.”
I looked across the table.
“No.”
“That’s kind of the point, isn’t it?”
His gaze dropped. The man across from me wasn’t physically transformed, but exhaustion had settled around his eyes.
“I signed the latest settlement draft,” he said.
“Nathan told me.”
“I’m not contesting the separate-property tracing.”
“Good.”
“I told Mark to stop looking for ways around it.”
“That will save everyone time.”
He nodded and allowed the silence to return before admitting something
