Ryan sat across from me one last time in a mediation room downtown. His tie was loose. His eyes were bloodshot. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days.
“You planned this,” he whispered.
I folded my hands.
“No. I prepared for this. There’s a difference.”
He stared at me like he was seeing me for the first time.
“I hoped I’d never have to use any of it,” continue reading …
