She thanked him the next morning.
She had thought about whether to say anything, had turned it over with the honesty she brought to decisions that mattered, and had decided that not saying anything would be its own kind of dishonesty, a retreat from the presence she had recommitted to, and she was done retreating.
She came in at seven forty and he was already there, his key card registered before hers, and his door was open its three inches when she sat down at her desk. She gave herself ten minutes to settle into the morning before she knocked.
"Come in."
She opened the door and went in and stood at the edge of the desk the way she stood when she had something specific to say and was going to say it without dressing it up. He looked up from the document he was reading.
"Yesterday," s
