He looked at it for a moment.
“He didn’t reach out at ten million,” Daniel said. “Not at fifty, not at two hundred. But at five hundred eighty.”
“He needs something,” I said.
“Then don’t go.”
I thought about it. The honest answer was that I had to go, not for him, but because I needed to be in the same room with him when he understood that I was not the continue reading …
