“Until morning,” I said eventually.
“Harper”
“Until morning, Daniel. That’s what I need.”
He agreed, reluctantly. Then he hung up.
I sat in my quiet room and thought about what “until morning” really meant. One night to decide whether to tell him myself or let him wake up to the truth like everyone else. One night to figure out if I could still be a normal person instead of a journalist.
I opened the letter again.
“Adrian. If you are reading this, then Nathaniel finally decided the time was right. I hope he didn’t wait too long.”
I closed it and sat there until the words stopped making sense.
I was still sitting there when his voice came through my door at seven thirty.
“Get your coat.”
His footsteps moved away before I could answer.
I stood in the doorway for a second, then gra
