Erica
The text came at half ten.
I was in bed pretending to read. Same page for the past forty minutes. Potato was at my feet. Alexis had gone to Ravi's after dinner and the flat was doing that thing it did when I was the only one in it.
My phone lit up.
Tyler.
Change of plans. Coming back tonight. Don't wait up.
I read it twice.
Tonight. Not tomorrow. Not the morning jet Roland had arranged. Tonight, half ten, with a don't wait up like it was nothing.
I typed back.
Is everything okay?
Dots. Gone. Dots again.
Yeah. Just easier to come back tonight.
I put the phone down.
Easier.
Tyler didn't do things because they were easier. He did things because something had pushed him. Easier wasn't even a word he used.
I typed: Tyler.
The reply came fast this time.
I'll explain when I
