MADISON
It was early evening, with the sun yet to settle behind the horizon, providing a sense of gratification and tranquility for the town's residents who peacefully strolled along the sidewalks.
With earbuds in, I left the small, cozy cafe where I had spent most of my day.
Inside, I enjoyed the company of Bryan Tatum and indulged in a pile of muffins and coffee, all while a live basketball match played on the television, entertaining the cafe's customers.
To my surprise, the day had turned out quite differently from what I had anticipated when Bryan walked into the cafe in a casual outfit and minimal security.
To be more specific, I endured the worst thirty minutes in that scanty cafe earlier in the morning, staring out the window as my coffee grew cold. I struggled to comprehend w
