The office was quiet when Alice stepped inside.
Dayo sat behind his desk with his phone in his hand, the screen still glowing from whatever he had been looking at when she knocked. He set it down face-down as she entered, a gesture that felt deliberate, and looked up at her with an expression that was already shifting from ease to caution.
"You needed something?" he asked.
Alice did not sit in the chair across from his desk. She stood, her hands clasped in front of her, her posture straight in the way it became when she was preparing for a difficult conversation. She had organized this office. She had chosen the furniture, the lighting, the layout that was supposed to make people feel comfortable enough to be honest. Now she stood in the middle of it feeling like she was on the wrong side of her own design.
"Where do you go in the evenings?" she asked.
