KROSS

I frequented Sade's company, which I knew people would notice, and they did.

I knew they did because people always notice when someone changes their pattern, and I just did mine. My car is parked in front of Sade’s building more than once a week. My name appeared on her visitor log too often to be a coincidence. Staff whispered when I passed through the halls, as if they were watching a story unfold instead of minding their business and working their jobs.

Cynthia noticed immediately.

She stood in my doorway one afternoon, arms folded, eyes sharp, the way they always got when she thought I was about to...