“Seymore, are you alive?” Marcus says from the office doorway, causing me to sit up in the chair.

I had been so caught up in learning about Ava’s family history last night that I must have fallen asleep in my office. I whip some drool off my mouth and look over at him.

“You look like shit, man. Did you sleep in here?” he remarks, a confused look on his face.

I nod, looking around the room and trying to fully wake up.

“Why don’t you go ...