Sebastian looked at the envelope Tovia had placed between them — the documents, the emails, the records of conversations Nolan didn’t know existed. He looked at it the way you look at something you need to pick up and are giving yourself one last second before you do.
Then he picked it up.
Opened it.
Read.
Mira watched him read. Tovia watched Mira watch him. Selene watched her coffee. The café moved around them in its ordinary Wednesday morning way, entirely unaware that something was being dismantled at the corner table that was going to rearrange the next several months of several people’s lives.
Sebastian read for four minutes.
Then he set the documents down on the table with the flat, deliberate movement of someone who has finished with something and is deciding what comes next.
