The Table They Sent Us To
Instead the old man put himself physically between Grover and my children, and something in that surprised me — surprised him too, I think.
He looked at me, and at Cruz and Sofia, and his face was the face of a man watching the ground he’d stood on his whole life turn out to be sand.
“Camilo.
The charity — is it real?” I handed him a small flash drive.
“The papers inside were the summary.
This is the audited trail.