I Opened The Security Log Before They Could Get Their Story Straight

carefully in the chair Damon usually used at the table. He put both hands flat on the wood and stared at the grain like he could read a different life in it.

Finally he asked Damon, “Is it true.”

Damon said, “Ryan, listen to me.”

Ryan looked up.

Not at me.

At him.

“Is it true.”

Damon swallowed. “Yes.”

Ryan nodded once.

That’s all.

Then he stood, reached into continue reading …