ANNA'S POV
"You texted him."
No hello. Just Mateo being himself, straight to it, before I'd even sat down with my coffee.
"Yes."
A pause. "Anna."
"I know."
"You declined the meeting. You drove there yourself at four in the morning anyway. Now you're arranging a private conversation." His voice was careful. "What exactly are you doing?"
Across the kitchen, Elias ran his red car through a puddle of spilled milk, narrating something to himself under his breath. "The man's car goes fast," he said, to no one. I didn't ask which man. I already knew, and I didn't have an answer for him this morning either.
"Something I should have done at the meeting instead of walking out," I said to Mateo.
The silence ran longer than his angry ones ever did. "If this goes wrong—"
"Then it goes wrong a
