We fly back from Venice in silence.
Not the angry kind. The kind that’s full. Like the air between us is holding its breath.
Dominic doesn’t touch me on the plane. He doesn’t have to. His hand rests on the armrest between us, and my pinky is half an inch from his. Neither of us moves. Neither of us needs to.
We land at Teterboro. Marcus is waiting. His face tells me everything before he opens his mouth.
“We have a problem,” he says.
Dominic goes still. “What kind?”
“The Ethan kind.”
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It’s not a leak. It’s a flood.
Screenshots. My old notes app. Project D: Get Close to DC. Step 1: Internship. Step 2: Trust. Step 3: Make him choose me.
I’d deleted it. Or thought I did. iCloud keeps things. Ethan’s always been good at finding the things you thought you deleted.
