The light ahead was red.
Adrian pulled to the curb before it changed. He'd read something in my face that said this required a stopped car, which was the kind of attention I was still learning to navigate at the precision of a man who noticed everything and acted on what he noticed without waiting to be asked.
He turned to face me fully.
"Tell me," he said.
I looked at Reyes's message on my screen. OB/GYN records. Last six months.
Three weeks ago, I went to three neighborhoods from home wearing sunglasses in a pharmacy. I had sat on a cold marble floor afterward and stayed there long enough that the tile left a mark on my palm. I had told Lena by reflex, by eight years of habit, before I could stop myself and then Lena's betrayal had consumed everything and the moment had passed and
