The morning sun slid across the rim of my coffee cup, warming the marble table where I had built half my fortune in conversations just like this one.
My business partners, Mark and Greg, were chuckling over something Greg said that I’d missed.
“Daniel, you with us?” Mark asked.
I rolled my wheelchair an inch closer. “Always. Just thinking about the Henley contract.”
That was a lie.
I rolled my wheelchair an inch closer.
I was really thinking about a day 20 years earlier, when I’d dived under a dock to save a little girl.