"You're staring at it like it might bite you," Vincent said from across the café table.
I looked up from my phone, which I'd been holding for the past five minutes without actually turning it on. We'd just finished lunch near the Luxembourg Gardens, and I'd made the mistake of pulling it out of my bag.
"I'm debating whether to check my messages," I admitted.
"And?"
"And I'm scared of what I'll find."
Vincent took a sip of his espresso. "You don't have to check them then. You could just leave it off for the entire month."
"That feels cowardly."
"Or self-preserving, there's a difference." He set down his cup. "What are you hoping to find? Or afraid of finding?"
I turned the phone over in my hands. "I don't know. Maybe that Julian's okay. That Silas has moved on. That I didn't complet
