“You get to tell me how you feel about it, too.”

She nodded and rolled onto her side.

I stayed awake after she slept, watching the city lights blink through the curtains.

My phone lay beside me.

It contained a message from an unfamiliar number.

Grace, this is Warren.

I won’t contact June without your permission.

Please tell me where I can send my attorney’s information so we can establish what happened.