REBECCA’S POV
I spread it all on the desk at seven-thirty in the morning.
Not the kitchen table. The desk in the study, because the kitchen table was where I fed people and the desk was where I thought, and what I needed to do this morning required the full quality of my thinking, uninterrupted and uncomplicated by any association with warmth.
Olivia arrived at eight with her folder and coffee she had made at home and brought in a travel cup, which was itself a signal, she had been up early, had been thinking already, had not wanted to wait for coffee to be made when she got here.
I laid it out in sections.
Taylor’s account on the left, the timeline, the eight months, the restaurant, the manufactured proximity of the PA position. I had written it out in precise language the day aft
