(Zara)
Mia came over while I was packing, which meant she'd come to say something and wanted a suitcase between us to soften it.
She sat on the edge of my bed and watched me fold things I'd unfold and refold three times, the way I do when my hands need a job my head won't give them. She let me get through most of it before she started.
"So," she said. "Boston."
"Boston."
"With him. The two of you. The big account." She turned one of my scarves over in her hands. "You realize this is the part in the story where everything either goes right or goes very wrong. The trip. The two of you off somewhere with no one watching. It's never a quiet weekend, is it."
"It's a work trip, Mia. We're closing an account. There'll be lawyers and slide decks and bad hotel coffee."
"And him."
"And him,"
