Mira's phone thrummed on the tabletop, an abrupt drumbeat that roused her from the morning's peace. She looked down at her phone.
Gregory.
Her heart missed a beat…a month, two, three since she'd heard from him, since she'd left San Francisco. Gregory, the one who'd made her days bright; Gregory, who'd fallen silent when she'd needed him. She calmed herself with a defensive breath, shaking fingers, and pressed
Accept.
“Hey,” Gregory's voice cracked over the speaker, warm but distant. "Mira? You there?"
She hovered over the table, Thane's fingers still on her own. She met his gaze. He nodded, stepping back. "I'm here," Mira whispered. "Can we talk?"
He breathed out. "Yeah. I… I need to explain something to you.".
She kicked her chair back from under her, sending it crashing thoughtl
