KIRA
I stare at the letter and glance around, even though it's obvious Grisha didn't sneak into my apartment. The security is so tight that not even a fly could breach it, and besides, I only took off this coat a moment ago.
He slipped it into my pockets at some point in the day. I think back to all the places I've been today, wondering when he got the chance to get close enough to me.
No matter how hard I think about it, I can't pinpoint any suspicious moment. He is either getting better at sneaking around, or I'm becoming sloppy.
Either way, how can I account for every movement I make? There are thousands of people milling about every day. If I think too much about every stranger I cross paths with, I will drive myself nuts.
Dinner tastes like cardboard even though I warmed la
