One Sentence Across the Table

was the whole punishment. Life loves a second turn.

Richard asked if he could show me one more thing.

I said, “Go ahead.”

He pulled a folded packet from his leather briefcase by the entryway. He must’ve brought it in from the car after all. Thick cream paper. Tabs. Signature pages.

“We were planning to send this Monday,” he said. “It concerns not just continue reading …