Six years was not nothing. However it had ended and whatever Brad had done inside it, six years of a life was not nothing and I was not going to pretend it was just because acknowledging it felt like weakness. It wasn't weakness. It was just true.
My phone lit up on the desk. Cole.
I picked it up.
"You got the confirmation," he said.
"Just now."
"I wanted to call rather than leave it as just a document in your inbox." A brief pause. "How are you?"
"I'm sitting at my desk not doing much which is not something I usually do. But I'm fine."
He gave me a moment before he spoke again. "Brad will be served in the next few days. Once that happens Gerald will contact me and we move to the next phase. Brad may try to reach out to you directly after he's served. Don't engage."
"I won't."
"Ev
