She'd been so skittish when we met at Café Louvre. I kneaded feeling into my fingertips, pulled on an extra pair of socks. Wormed into a sweater.

Preoccupied with concerns over her safety, I barely registered Rohan and Lily breakfasting together in the hotel restaurant.

I used the phone in the lobby to try her but once more it went straight to voicemail, so I left another message asking her to contact me via the reception desk here. I even looked up the conference, ...