RILEY
Knox told me in the same way he told me most things that mattered: plainly, completely, without softening the edges or adding comfort-coating that would make the information easier to receive but less accurate. He told me from the beginning — the Corrigan document, the compound, the forty-eight hours, the word Corrigan had written at the bottom of his private account.
I sat at my kitchen table and let it land.
There is a difference between knowing something is probably true and knowing it is confirmed true. I had been living with the probable version for weeks — walking around with it in the parallel-process part of my mind, the part that ran continuously underneath the work and the twins and the framework. Probable had been manageable because probable is a door. Confirmed is a wa
