I didn't sleep that night.
I lay in the guest bedroom of my father's house listening to Eli breathe through the open door and stared at the ceiling and thought about everything my father had said and everything I had said back and somewhere around two in the morning a thought arrived that felt less like a decision and more like a relief.
Leave.
Not Angela's city. Not back to Daniel's house. Somewhere else entirely. Another country. Somewhere nobody had a contract with my name on it or a hotel two streets away or a private investigator with an early rate for urgent cases.
Just me and Eli and a place where nobody knew either of our names.
I picked up my phone.
I called Angela.
She picked up on the second ring which meant she hadn't been sleeping either.
"Talk," she said.
"I want to
