Both hands empty.
That was the first thing I noticed.
“Can I come in?”
I stepped aside.
He stood near my kitchen table.
I poured coffee into the blue mug.
He looked at it.
“You still have that.”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t bring anything about Mercer.”
“Good.”
“I’m not asking you to change the review.”
“It’s independent now.”
“I know.”
He put one hand on the chair.
“I handled this badly.”
I waited.
Then he corrected himself.