Zachary seemed troubled, working at his computer until 3:30 AM without so much as looking for me.

I sat on the balcony, wide awake, when it hit me—I barely knew anything about Zachary. I knew he was from Summit City, that his parents were retired. He was a lawyer, a known player in college. His law firm was thriving, his reputation solid. Which meant his family probably had connections.

Beyond that? Nothing.

He must have been exhausted because as soon ...