He went on Saturday morning.
Not with a plan exactly. More with the particular restlessness of a man who had spent Friday night in his penthouse doing something he rarely did nothing. No calls. No files. No carefully managed productivity filling every available space.
Just the city outside the window and the quiet inside and the four words he'd sent sitting unanswered on his phone screen.
I'll figure it out.
He'd meant it when he sent it.
He was less certain now what figuring it out actually required.
He drove himself no driver, which was unusual. He did his best thinking in cars when he was the one driving. Something about the requirement of partial attention freed the rest of it to move more honestly.
He parked on her street.
Sat in the car for a moment.
Then went up.
He knock
