I read the message four more times in the elevator.
I know about Saturday.
The doors open at the lobby and I walk out into the morning like a woman who is completely fine, keys in hand, coffee in hand, because whoever sent this does not get to see me rattle. Not in a lobby. Not anywhere.
I push through the front door into the cold air and I stand on the pavement and I think.
Saturday. Archer's. Me and Rhys sitting across from each other at a corner table for nearly an hour. Who knew we were meeting? Nobody. I told nobody. Rhys told nobody, I am almost certain of that, but almost is doing a lot of work right now and I need to close the gap between almost and completely.
I call him.
He picks up on the second ring. "Hey."
"Did you tell anyone about Saturday?" I ask with
