FLYNN'S POV
Harrison's text came at nine PM while I was reading.
*Turn on the OAF livestream. Trust me.*
I looked at it and put my phone face down and picked up the book again.
Twelve minutes later I opened my laptop because Harrison had never in twenty years of friendship sent me a text like that without a reason worth following.
The Oregon Arts Foundation stream was mid ceremony. A woman at a podium was introducing an award,moving through the words without the self conscious pauses. It came natural. Completely in the room.
It took me three seconds.
Three full seconds of watching before my brain caught up to what my eyes were already telling me.
Aria.
I sat forward in my chair.
She was in a burgundy dress, hair up, standing at a podium talking about a nominee's body of work with
