FIVE DAYS PASSED WITH no word from Arthur.
Friday night she sat with her knees tucked up under the covers, staring at her mobile. She considered whether reaching out again was a good idea. Gary had done this, occasionally, ghosting her in some play for power or her attention. She didn’t want to think Arthur was capable of that too. But...five days, a broken promise, and no word whatsoever.
She navigated to her contacts and hit Your Humble Servant.
He didn’t pick up, though that didn’t surprise her. As she waited for the tone, she climbed out of bed and went to her window.
“Hi, Arthur.” She peeled back the curtain to look out at the London night, bright with light. Below, the flock of photographers huddled, determined as ever. Which seemed ironic, given her current predicament.
“Just c
