"Every August," Adam said. He was staring at the floor. "You get migraines in August. Every year. I thought it was the heat."
"I know."
"I bought you a new air conditioner." He laughed, without humor, and pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes. "Jesus, Nat. I bought you an air conditioner."
* * *
Calvin had gotten up at some point and gone into the small kitchenette behind the reception desk, and now he came back with three mugs of tea on a tray, black tea in plain white mugs, and set them on the desk without asking whether anyone wanted any. Natalie took one because her hands needed something. Adam did not.
"You asked me why I pulled the file up," Calvin said to Adam. He remained standing. "I'm going to tell you. And then I'm going to apologize, because I did it wrong, and your little girl shouldn't have been in the room. That's on me."
Adam said nothing.