Byron was in the middle of trying to assess the value of his slowly growing stock portfolio when he was interrupted by the doorbell. He was expecting a courier from the office, but it was his old friend, Nathan.

“Hey, come in,” Byron said crustily.

“You’re being turtle-y again,” Nathan stated, making himself comfortable on the living room couch. “You won’t take my calls, and you barely reply to my texts.”

“Maybe your texts with ...