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That night, after failing to manufacture an appetite, Ava stared at her Precise Wristwatch. Could seven be reasonably considered ‘after dinner’? She looked between Brutus and her phone. Wrapping up a few things and then heading over, she typed. She reread the text. She imagined Mat asking her what things she had wrapped up. She erased it. Leaving my apartment, she wrote instead.
Her face stung in the cold, and she kept her head down to avoid the wind. She got to Mat’s building and checked her phone.
Walking Emily, door’s unlocked, 12F.
He’d texted her the building entrance code, and as she floated up in the elevator, she wondered whether she trusted him as fully. The thought of having Mat in her apartment while she was walking Brutus made her feel sweaty.
She knocked once on 12F, w
