He came on a Friday morning.
Aria had not known he was coming — he had not called ahead, which was unusual for him. Frank Bennett had become, in the year since the wedding, someone who called ahead. Someone who checked before arriving. Someone who had learned, through twelve months of consistent effort, the specific discipline of not assuming his presence was welcome and always making sure it was invited before he arrived.
That he had come without calling meant something specific.
She was at the consultancy desk when Rosa came to the door and said Frank was in the lobby. She went down.
He was standing in the lobby of the north side building with his coat on and the specific expression of someone who has been rehearsing something and is now standing in the moment of delivering it and fi
