The message came three days after the munch. Bobbi saw Lynne’s name on his phone while standing in the laundry room with a basket of towels balanced against his hip. For one breath, he simply stared at the screen. He had not expected to hear from her. That was not because she had been unkind. Mistress Lynne had been the opposite of unkind. She had been calm, steady, and careful in a way that had unsettled Bobbi more than any dramatic display could have. She had made space wit

Bobbi almost turned around twice before reaching the restaurant door. The first time was in the parking lot, sitting behind the wheel with both hands resting on the steering wheel and the engine already shut off. The second was halfway across the pavement, when a family with two children came out laughing, carrying Styrofoam boxes and talking about dessert. It was such an ordinary place. That somehow made it worse. There were no black walls. No red lights. No velvet ropes. No