said, laughing softly.
We started toward the gate.
That was when I noticed another man, not the one from the sedan.
He wore a charcoal suit and stood with hands folded, watching me the way someone watches a door he has been waiting at for hours.
I slowed, and Mia tugged my hand.
“Noah?” the man asked.
“Yes?”
“I handled papers for your parents.”
He produced continue reading …
