“She wants to meet in person.”
Ethan said it the next morning, standing in Bianca’s kitchen with his phone still in his hand, something unreadable moving across his face. “Not on the phone. She said some things need to be said with a person actually in the room.”
“When?”
“Today. Now, if we can.” He looked at Bianca, uncertain in a way she rarely saw from him. “She asked if you’d come too.”
“Me? She doesn’t even know me.”
“She knows what Ingrid did to you. And I think she wants to see the two of us together, standing on the same side of something, for once.” His voice had gone quiet. “I think she wants proof that telling the truth eventually leads somewhere better than silence did.”
They met her at a small café on the edge of the city, far enough from the foundation that nobody would
