I reached out and pressed the doorbell.

Footsteps crossed the hardwood inside.

The brass peephole went dark as a shadow passed over it.

A deadbolt slid back, but the door stayed closed.

I took hold of the brass handle and pushed.

The door swung in just far enough to show David standing in the dim front hall.

He had on his gray suit pants and a crisp white dress shirt.

He was holding a crystal glass of ice water in his left hand.