POV: Lewis | Location: New York
Pippa was already seated when Lewis walked in.
Arms crossed. Back straight. The expression of someone who had agreed to this meeting and was already regretting it.
Lewis ordered two coffees at the counter — black, no sugar, the way he'd watched Pippa drink it at a dozen dinners he'd barely been present for — and sat across from her.
She didn't say anything.
Neither did he.
For a long moment, they just looked at each other.
"Thirty minutes," Pippa said. "Then I'm done."
"That's fair."
He pulled out a notebook. Small. Leather. Dr. Walsh had recommended it for exactly this kind of meeting.
Pippa's eyes dropped to it.
"What is that?"
"Homework." He placed it on the table between them. "My therapist told me to learn ten things about Yessica. The real
