CHAPTER NINETEEN
Mackenzie found herself walking into a small coffee shop with the barest flicker of hope. After she’d made the awkward call to her sister, she’d placed another phone call to someone she hadn’t spoken to in quite some time. The conversation had been brief and to the point, concluding in agreeing to meet over coffee.
She looked up now and spotted the man she had called right away. He was hard to miss; in a crowd of rushed people on their way to work, mostly young and well-dressed, his white hair and flannel shirt stood out drastically.
He was turned away from her, and she approached him from behind and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“James,” she said. “How are you?”
He turned and smiled widely at her as she sat down in front of him.
“Mackenzie, I swear you just
