“It’s me.”
“I know who it is. Are you calling to explain why your father’s men were at my fundraiser, or are we doing your favorite thing, where you say just enough to make me furious and then disappear?”
I close my eyes for a second. I deserve every word.
“I’m coming over.”
“No,” she snaps. “You do not get to just announce you’re coming over after last night.”
“I need to talk to you.”
“You should’ve done that a week ago.”
“There’s something I have to tell you. You need to hear it from me before anyone else.”
A short, angry breath comes through the speaker. “You’re unbelievable.”
“So I’ve been told.”
She waits a beat, then says, “You need to hear this clearly, Lev. If this is about keeping me in the dark while you decide what I can handle, don’t come here.”
“It isn’t.”
The word costs me because it is only half true. I’m still deciding how to say what comes next. I’m still choosing the order of the damage.
But I’m coming, and I’m done keeping her outside the door.
