LOGINI stood in that alley long after the message stopped coming through, staring at my phone like it might take the words back if I looked at them long enough.*Don't trust Nate either. He knows more than he's told you.*I turned it over and over on the walk home, trying to find a version of it that made sense. Conner had planned what happened to me, that part I had proof of, cold and undeniable, sitting in a drawer under a stack of old bills. But Nate?I'd known Nate since we were kids trading lunch snacks on a playground neither of us remembered clearly anymore. I'd known him through braces and breakups and the year his father got sick, through every version of myself I'd ever been before Max existed. He'd shown up at two in the morning without asking a single question. He'd fed me, sheltered me, held my hand in a dark theater and never once pushed for more than I could give.Whoever was sending these messages wanted me isolated. Scared. Suspicious of the one person who'd actually shown
I spent the whole morning being someone I wasn't.Pleasant. Efficient. The picture of a woman with nothing on her mind except spreadsheets and calendar invites. I answered Conner's questions with clipped, professional politeness, gave him nothing to read on my face, filed his correspondence like it was the only thing in the world I cared about.Inside, I was counting down the hours.I couldn't afford another mistake like yesterday. Not after that second text sitting in my phone like something radioactive, words I'd read so many times they'd worn a groove into my memory. *Don't let Conner know you're meeting me, he's the reason you don't remember that night at all.*I didn't know if it was true. I didn't know anything, really, except that I needed to find out, and that meant staying careful and staying quiet. Being e, stayingring enough that Conner wouldn't think twice about where I went the second the clock hit five.I closed my laptop at four-forty-five and told him I had a doctor's
I tried the number three times before I gave up.Straight to a dead line each time, no ring, no voicemail, just a flat electronic tone that made my stomach twist tighter with every attempt. Whoever this was, they didn't want to be found. They just wanted to be listened to.A second text landed while I was still staring at the screen.*Meet me at the parking lot at 6pm.*No name. No explanation. Just an order, delivered as flatly as everything else about this day had been, and I sat there with my thumb hovering over the message for a long moment before I finally shoved the phone back into my pocket and made myself walk back toward the filing room.I told myself I wasn't going to think about it for the rest of the afternoon.That lasted about eleven minutes.---By four o'clock, the clock on my desktop had become the only thing I could actually focus on. I answered emails I don't remember the content of. I filed papers into folders I'd have to double-check tomorrow because half my atten
The woman who walked in looked like she belonged in that office more than I did.Tall, polished, the kind of effortless expensive that only comes from years of practice, tailored coat, hair that fell exactly where it was supposed to, heels that clicked against the floor like she owned every inch of it. She glanced at me for exactly one second, long enough to catalog and dismiss me in a single sweep, before her whole face lit up."Conner!"She crossed the room fast, arms already out, and threw herself against him like two years hadn't passed since the last time. He caught her easily, laughing, one hand at her back."Look who's finally back.""You have no idea how much I missed this city." She pulled back just enough to look at him properly, still gripping his arms like she couldn't quite believe he was real. "Missed you, obviously."Conner glanced at me over her shoulder, something unreadable crossing his face before he smoothed it away."Give me a minute," he said, to me or to her, I
I didn't have time to process what I was looking at before the door opened again behind me."Anna?" Nate's voice, confused, cutting straight through the ringing in my ears. "What are you doing here?"I turned, grateful for anywhere else to look. "I…I got the temporary assistant position.""Oh."Nate's gaze slid past me, toward the man still standing behind that enormous desk like none of this was unraveling in front of him at all, and something in his expression shifted into easy familiarity."Hey, Conner." He crossed the room, hand extended. "Been a while, man. How've you been?""Good." Conner's voice was smooth, unbothered, the same tone he'd used checking his watch two mornings ago. "Real good, actually."He shook Nate's hand like they'd known each other for years, because apparently, they had, and I stood frozen near the door, my whole body screaming with the effort of holding still."I can see Anna's going to be working under me." Conner's mouth curved, slow and deliberate, and I
Nate showed up that evening with a bag of things I hadn't asked for and two tickets tucked into his jacket pocket."I know you've basically been living in this apartment," he said, setting the bag on the counter, a new phone case, a couple of sweaters in colors he'd clearly guessed at, a paperback novel with a cracked spine that looked secondhand, which I like. "Figured it was time to get you out for something that isn't a job interview or a grocery run.""A movie?""A movie." He held the tickets up like proof. "Nothing fancy. Just, normal. You remember normal, right?"I laughed, and it came easier than it had in days. "Vaguely."I almost said no. Some old, tired part of me still wanted to stay curled up on that couch where nothing could reach me, where Margaret's voice and Elena's texts and a stranger's cologne couldn't find their way in. But a bigger part of me, a part I was only starting to listen to again, was so tired of these four walls I could have screamed.I went.---The the







