Leah
“I’m sorry.”
“No,” I said.
She blinked.
“Leah—”
“No,” I repeated. “You don’t apologize because Victor is dangerous. You didn’t make him dangerous by leaving. He was dangerous before. Leaving just made him less comfortable.”
Her mouth trembled once.
She bit it hard until it stopped.
Carol looked at her with a softness she rarely let clients see until they needed it.
“Sit down,” Carol said. “And drink that coffee before it becomes decorative.”
Maya sat in the chair beside me.
For a minute, none of us talked.
That was fine.
Some silences were better than professional comfort.
Then Maya said, “Diego asked if we’re moving again.”
My chest tightened.
“What did you tell him?” I asked.
“That grown-ups are making a plan.” She looked down at her coffee. “He said grown-up plans
