IT was a Wednesday afternoon when the message came in, and Amelia very nearly didn't see it.

She was between calls, standing at the window of her office with her phone in her hand, scrolling through emails she was only half reading, when a text notification dropped down from an unsaved number.

*Hi. This is going to sound random. It's Ifeanyi— bartender from the place some months ago. You probably don't remember me. We exchanged numbers, you gave me your card, and said if I ever made it to your city I should reach out. Well, I made it. I'm at the airport actually. I just landed.*

Amelia stared at...