I let out a breath, dragging a hand through my hair as everything settles into place in a way I don’t entirely like, but can’t ignore.
“Figures,” I mutter.
Mable’s expression softens slightly at that, just enough to take the edge off. “You’ve got more of the truth now than you did yesterday,” she says. “That’s not nothing.”
“No, it’s not,” I admit. It’s also not enough, but it’s a start. I straighten, pushing away from the desk as I meet her gaze again. “Okay,” I say. “Then I guess I know where I’m going next.”
Mable nods once, like she expected that answer. “Be careful how you ask,” she says. “He’s been holding onto this for a long time.”
“Yeah,” I reply. “I’m starting to notice.” I head for the door, my hand already on the handle before I pause, glancing back at her. “One more thing
