Noah POV

Brandon is already there when I arrive, sitting in the corner of the coffee shop with both hands wrapped around a cup he hasn’t been drinking from. He looks like a man who has had a difficult few days and expects the next few to be worse.

He sees me come in. He doesn’t stand up.

I sit across from him. He puts a folded document on the table between us and pushes it toward me without speaking, and I pick it up and open it.

The result is what I already knew ...