Eli’s first thought was that Tessa had told her.
It came so quickly that he hated it before he had finished forming it. Tessa had held the knowledge of his return through arguments, danger and questions she could have ended by giving someone else the truth. Mira’s voice did not make all of that disappear.
“Who told you?” he asked.
“No one in your team.”
“Then how do you know?”
“The same way you know things that haven’t happened.”
He looked toward the door. Through its glass panel the receptionist was counting a bundle of forms into a tray. The world beyond the room had kept its ordinary scale.
“You returned,” he said.
