Mid-December brings the first real test of our fragile new dynamic.
I'm studying in the apartment when my phone rings. Unknown number. I almost don't answer, but something makes me pick up.
"Hello?"
"Bella." A woman's voice, accented, familiar but distant. "It's Elena. Elena Kovács."
I sit up straight. My mother's attorney. The one who testified against her.
"What do you want?"
"To apologize. And to explain. I'm in Boston for depositions related to your mother's case. I was hoping we could meet. Just for coffee. I owe you that much."
Every instinct screams this is a trap. But curiosity wins.
"One hour. Public place. I'm bringing security."
"Of course. Thank you."
We arrange to meet at a café near the courthouse. I text Marcus: Elena Kovács wants to meet. The lawyer. Should I go?
