George Brought a Sealed Legal Folder to His Son’s Wedding in an Atlanta Hotel
I kept my eyes on the road and let him.
“I don’t know what I was looking at,” he said.
“The ledger pages.
The duplicate invoices.
Her face when Brenda said the word owned.”
“You were looking at what you wanted to see.”
He wiped his cheek with his wrist.
“I gave Douglas my keys.