ENZO POINT OF VIEW.

Mr. Miller called exactly an hour later, and we agreed to meet at a cafe. It was the same place Nadine and I had met him when she wanted to sue Clayton. As I looked around, I was assaulted by that memory, of coming here with Nadine, how we had come together from my house. I fought the urge to cry.

"Good morning, Mr. Rocco," Mr. Miller said, shaking my hand firmly. His face was straight.

"Good morning to you, Mr. Miller," I said, taking a seat in front of him.

We ordered ...