Then his next message arrives.
Kane: But no pictures. No names. Nothing you don’t choose.
I read it twice.
Ryan never asked what I chose.
Most of Dad’s players didn’t either.
Kane argues with every boundary before respecting it, but he does respect it.
Eventually.
Me: Thank you.
Three dots.
Kane: Are you wearing the glasses today?
I glance at Noor.
“No.”
She laughs.
I answer him.
Me: I look completely different.
Kane: Why?
Me: Witness protection.
Kane: Send proof.
Me: Absolutely not.
Kane: Then I’ll find you.
My pulse jumps.
Noor sees it.
“You’re smiling.”
“I am not.”
“You are.”
I place the phone in my pocket and lift the old trade-route book.
“I found this for four dollars.”
“Excellent subject change.”
“I’m buying it.”
“You should.”