"What happened in Zurich?"
Adrian looked at me. For a long moment, he didn't answer.
The morning had begun creeping over the city, washing everything in a dull grey light that somehow made the street feel emptier instead of safer. The bracelet Vivian had left behind still rested in my hand, its tiny gold chain tangled between my fingers. He noticed me looking at it.
"Put it away."
"No."
"Elena."
"It might be all that's left of her."
Something flickered across his face. Not disagreement but pain.
"I should have reached her first."
The words slipped out so quietly I almost missed them.
"What?"
His jaw tightened.
"Nothing."
"No." I stepped closer. "You don't get to do that anymore."
He frowned.
"Do what?"
"Start telling me the truth then stop halfway through."
Silence.
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