The text message arrived at noon.
Adrian: Dinner tonight. 8pm. The French place you used to love. I'll send a car.
Mira stared at the screen for a long moment.
The French place she used to love. Before the kidnapping. Before the panic attacks. Before Ivy Glass had slithered into their lives and taken everything that mattered.
She almost laughed.
He thinks a reservation can fix this.
He thinks dinner will make me forget.
She set down her phone without replying and walked to her closet. The suitcase was already packed—she had been planning this trip for a week, ever since Evren had warned her about the interference with her legal filings. A few days in the capital. Face-to-face meetings with the judges who had mysteriously stalled her divorce petition. A conversation w
