She held it against her chest.

“If I give you this, you can’t tell him it came from me.

Not ever.”

“I won’t tell him anything.

I don’t know what it is yet.”

She set it on the table and slid it across.

Her hand stayed on it a beat longer than the sliding needed.

The woman behind the counter called a number, and Sophie got up and came back with a second cup and put it in front of me without asking.