EZRA
The city lights blur behind the glass, but I don’t see them.
I’m standing by the window, phone in hand, thumb hovering over her message thread like I can will her to send a text message over the distance. It would have been even better if we were face to face. I could have hypnotized her.
I check my phone's screen again before pressing the power button.
She hasn't.
And that silence? It's louder than Cassien's tenth call.
The screen lights up again. Cassien(11).
I toss the phone on the couch and drag a hand down my face, exhaling slowly.
He’s seen the article. Of course he has. Cassien doesn’t miss anything, especially not a scandal involving the Harrington name and a woman I'd almost talked to him about. I'm sure he's suspecting her. Suspecting us.
He’s going to keep callin
