Luca’s POV
Logan drove. I watched the fields go by — same road, run backwards, the facility going small in the mirror. Neither of us said anything for the first twenty minutes.
Then Logan said, “The conference is in three days.”
“I know.”
“She’ll be there.”
“I know.”
He shifted his grip on the wheel. “Are you going to do anything between now and then or just sit with it?”
A hawk was working the edge of a field, low and patient, going over the same strip of ground again and again. “Sebastián said she came on her own this morning. Before sunrise.”
Logan turned that over. “Why?”
“He didn’t say.”
The road straightened. Logan picked up speed.
“She asked me if any of it was real.” I heard it come out before I’d decided to say it. “For me.”
Logan didn’t answer.
“Three years she’s bee
