Caspian's POV
I heard her come in.
She stood in the doorway of my office, coat still on, her face doing that still thingy she does when something had shaken her and she doesn't want me to see how much.
She had heard the call. Of course she had heard it.
I had known she was in the hallway the whole time, her breath held, her hand at her mouth, and I had let her hear it, because a part of me that I don't examine wanted her to.
"You're working late," I said, warm now, the other voice packed away. "Come here. You look tired."
"I'm fine." She didn't come here. "That call. You… didn't sound like yourself."
"That call was nothing," I shrugged. "That call was Tuesday."
And it really was.
What she heard in that hallway, the cold voice taking a man apart for breaking a promise, that was
