Amy's POV
I found out about Leo the way I found out about most things through Lia, whose voice on the phone that evening carried the particular quality of someone delivering news that was sad and inevitable in equal measure.
It was a Thursday evening. I was at the kitchen table doing the homework I'd been postponing all week, the apartment quiet around me in the way it was always quiet when Mark was home not peaceful, just absent, the silence of two people performing the act of not talking to each other. My phone buzzed against the table and I picked it up and Lia's name was on the screen.
"Leo saw them," she said, when I answered.
I set my pen down. "Saw who?"
"Michelle. And apparently his name is Axel. The Brewster captain." Her voice was careful and tired. "Leo was cutting through
