One Sentence Across the Table

told him.

That got a tiny laugh from one of the men near the end of the table. Nervous kind.

Rebecca found her voice first.

“There has to be some misunderstanding.”

“There isn’t,” Richard said.

He said it without heat. Which made it worse.

My brother-in-law, Ted, pushed his chair back an inch. “Emily has her own business, sure, but I think maybe titles are continue reading …