Brandon Poured Cold Beer Over Sarah Before He Learned About Her Athletic Past

“You bragged about your grip at the grill,” I said.

“I didn’t need to.”

David came up beside him.

“Sit down and stay down.”

Brandon sat.

Carl cleared his throat again and lifted a sealed envelope from his folder.

“Martha, this is the envelope I left with you in July.

You asked me to keep the copy.”