The Things We Never Say

“Who are you again?” Ryan asked with an edge as he shook the hand of the olive-skinned man who’d just introduced himself.

“I’m Toby—”

“I caught your name,” Ryan interrupted. “How did you know Mitch?”

Toby let out a nervous laugh. “We were friends.”

“I don’t recall Mitch ever mentioning you.” Ryan studied the attractive blond with boyish looks who couldn’t have been older than twenty-five. Maybe younger. “Were you one of his students?”

“Yes. I took his political theory class as part of my underg...