She told Leonardo that evening after Daniel was asleep.
Not all of it immediately — she let Paulo's conversation sit between them for a minute first, the way you let something settle before speaking about it, because some information needed to move through the body before it moved through words.
He was on the kitchen sofa — they'd moved a small two-seater into the kitchen at some point in July because the kitchen was where everything happened and the sitting room felt formal by comparison — and she was at the other end with her legs drawn up, and the city was doing the late September thing outside, the cooling-down, the first real hint of autumn working through the window.
She told him about Paulo's visit. The photograph. The two dinners on the Tuesday before the board meeting. Eduardo'
