The phone rang at 5:00 AM. It wasn't the gentle vibration of a text message or the standard alarm tone. It was the urgent, shrill ringtone I had assigned to David. It cut through the silence of the bedroom, shattering the remnants of the peace I had found the night before. I reached for it before the second ring, my hand moving on instinct. The room was dark, but the screen lit up my face with a harsh blue glow.
"Talk to me," I said. My voice was rough with sleep, but the fog lifted instantly.
"The banks released a statement," David said. He sounded like he hadn't slept at all. "An hour ago. They're not denying the collusion. They're pivoting."
"Pivoting to what?" I sat up. The sheets tangled around my legs. I pushed them away. The air in the room was cold.
"To you," David said. "They'
