Vivienne's POV
We met at my apartment at nine.
Just the three of us. Maya on the sofa with her legs tucked under her and her document closed for the first time in four days. Ella at the table with her laptop and her phone and the specific organized stillness of someone who had been sitting with information long enough to know exactly how to present it.
I sat across from Ella.
"Tell me everything," I said.
She told me.
....
Two weeks ago Ella had put a trace on Louis's number.
She said this plainly and without the particular framing of someone expecting to be challenged on the decision. She had made the call and she had done it and she was presenting the results and the ethical question of whether the doing of it was appropriate for another time when the information it had produced
