He was in the courtyard, alone with a coffee he'd clearly brought from home, reading something on his phone with the unbothered posture of a person who had done what he'd set out to do and had no particular regrets about it. I sat down across from him.
"You said you wouldn't tell Leo," I said.
"I didn't tell Leo."
"You confronted Michelle."
"Yes." He looked at me steadily. "I told you I wouldn't tell Leo. I didn't say I wouldn't say anything at all."
I stared at him. "That's a technicality."
"It's a distinction." He set his phone down. "Someone needed to say something to her directly. She needed to know she wasn't invisible. That what she's doing has been seen." He paused. "I kept you out of it completely. I didn't say who saw her."
"It doesn't matter." I leaned forward. "Rio, she k
