The Bent Crown
Each lie had made retaliation feel acceptable.
We met at a quiet diner in St. Paul. He came alone. “I was jealous of you,” he admitted — the words sounded unfamiliar in his mouth.
“Of my job at the dog place?”
He gave a tired smile. “You built a stable life.”
“So did you.”
“No. I built the appearance of one.” Every client he lost had made him more desperate to keep up the illusion — the car, the club, the academy, even the boat.
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