LUCA'S POV
She stood there with her coat in her hands and didn't answer.
So I waited. The café kept moving around us — the machine hissing behind the bar, a chair scraping somewhere I couldn't see, a server going past with a tray and not once looking at us. Anna's eyes stayed down on the table. Not ducking the question. Working her way through something.
Then she sat back down.
She didn't put the coat on. Just held it there in her lap. She reached over and turned her coffee cup a quarter turn on the saucer, lining the handle up with nothing at all, and left her hand resting on it.
"That night," she said.
I waited.
"Six years." Her voice came out level. "Six years you kept me at a distance. And then that night you—" She stopped. Looked out at the river through the window. "You touche
