I Let Him Finish Laughing First

set the microphone back in its cradle.

My hands were steady now.

Preston stared at me like I had become a different species in front of him.

“You set me up,” he said.

I looked at him for a long second.

“No,” I said. “I read what you handed me.”

That hurt him more.

You could tell.

Because a setup is unfair. A trap is bad luck. But being understood, clearly continue reading …