ALERA

Huh?

No. No. I definitely didn't hear correctly.

This has to be some sort of joke. Is this bastard mocking me?

I stare down at the manila file on the table like it’s radioactive. My hands don’t move. My fingers twitch, but they stay tucked in my lap. The man, the one I vaugly remember Dante called, Lorenzo, starts rambling about something. I'm catching legal terminology, terms, contracts, prenuptial clauses. But the words are all muffled. It's ...