I read the conclusion three times, although I had expected it by then.

Warren was sitting across from me in the apartment living room, a careful distance away.

He had brought groceries, and Leila had insisted that the world’s richest man should learn where I kept the dish towels if he wanted to be useful.

“Well?” he asked.

I turned the report so he could see.

He covered his mouth with his hand.

For several minutes neither of us spoke.