I looked down at the bright gold ring against my skin.

“Wade has the paper in his folder.”

“Then go find my son,” she said, drawing her yellow cardigan around her shoulders.

“And don’t let Arthur see you flinch.”

The Town Square Diner was half full when I came in at four thirty.

I sat in the corner booth, slowly stirring a cup of black coffee, the spoon clinking against the heavy porcelain.

Wade sat across from me, paging through a pile of Kade’s business ledgers.