DAMIEN'S POV
Richard agreed to see us on Friday.
Julian and I took the same flight to New York on Thursday evening. We didn't talk much on the plane, which was fine. The conversation we needed to have wasn't the one between us. We both knew what we were walking into the next day and we spent the flight with that knowledge quietly between us.
At the gate waiting for our bags Julian said, "What do you want from tomorrow?"
"Honesty. Whatever form that takes."
"He's not good at honesty."
"He's been getting better."
Julian looked at the carousel. "He said I'd done well. In Cape Town."
"I know."
"First time he'd said anything like that." He paused. "I was forty years old."
"I know."
"Does that make tomorrow easier or harder?"
I thought about it. "Both."
He nodded. We got our bags an
