listen to him.”
I stared at the evidence on his desk. “I knew him as Niye when we were kids. I never put two and two together. I thought it was just his nickname. He’s been working on fixing my eyes for more than two decades.”
I heard the front door open. Footsteps hurried down the hall.
Nigel stopped in the doorway.
“Lyd, I need to go. He’s here. I’ll continue reading …
