“Has life been good to you?” She sounded hushed, reverent almost. She closed the door behind them, keeping her back to him. Her voice echoed in the foyer. “Good enough.” He was lying again, but she didn’t need to know that. His parents had passed away in his early twenties, and his fiancée had passed away two years ago. But none of it had a place in the conversation. They were both professionals. She had a job for him to do, a job he was about to turn down.
