She didn’t know he was coming.
Luca had known — had received the call that morning and made the decision without consulting her, which she discovered later and was briefly furious about before understanding why he’d done it. He had wanted to give her the choice of whether to see Frank. Had not wanted to tell her in the morning and have her spend the day preparing her face.
He told her at noon. Frank was in the city. He had called. He wanted to see her.
She sat with it for exactly four minutes. Then she said: “Bring him in.”
Frank Bennett looked smaller than she remembered. That was the first thing. He had always been a large presence in her life — not physically imposing but expansive, the specific bigness of someone whose emotions filled rooms regardless of their source. The man who s
