I clicked it a single time.

The ceramic espresso cup clinked against its saucer as I put it down on the outdoor table.

The sun was just coming up over the stone buildings along Rua Augusta, and a worker in a heavy wool sweater was sweeping fallen leaves off the sidewalk.

My new phone buzzed twice on the dark wood.

It was a notification forwarded from the company server in downtown Chicago, sent at four twenty-two in the morning, Midwest time.

Margaret had typed the subject line in all caps with three exclamation points.