POV: Yessica | Location: Edinburgh
She stared at Lewis's message for a full minute.
I think you should hear it too.
Seven words. No explanation. No it's not that bad or don't worry or any of the cushioning she'd learned to expect from people who wanted to manage her reaction before she had it.
Just: hear it.
She typed back: Send it.
The audio file came through thirty seconds later. One minute, forty-two seconds long. Catherine Sterling's voice, recorded on a Thursday morning in whatever room she'd chosen to make this call from. New York, probably. The apartment on Park Avenue where every surface was white and every conversation was a transaction.
Yessica pressed play.
"Lewis. I know you won't answer. That's fine. I'm leaving this so you have it in writing — or rather, in voice — so
