How did he get her number?
“Leila?” Freya called. “Are you okay? Leila?”
But she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the text on her screen. It came from an unknown number, but the digits had sparked a memory. That, and the Mr. B at the end of the text.
Freya snatched the phone from her, reading out the text. “Who wants you to meet them at Stone Café by 2 p.m.? Is it someone you know?”
“Yeah.” She shook her head like it would clear the fogginess spreading through her brain. She had changed her number twice since then, but it would have been easy to get this one from anyone, including Kelvin. “One of the investors.”
“Cool. But doesn’t your break end at 2?”
The tightening in her chest was a sign she would experience another panic attack, so she forced herself to breathe. Picturing Kelvin’
