It took Jezton a moment to respond. When he did, he reached for the empty soda can on his side of the table.

“My ex-wife’s name is Angela,” he said quietly.

“That’s actually a nice name,” she replied.

“Yeah,” he said, squeezing the can tightly, his gaze fixed downward. His face twisted into a look of anger.

“Hey, are you okay?” she asked, leaning forward, her voice full of concern.

He shook his head, not convinced by her question. “That doesn’t seem like it’s the ...