The Range Rover pulled into an empty parking lot overlooking the Schuylkill River. Vivienne killed the engine and the silence hit like a brick.
My hands were already up. "Look, I appreciate whatever this is, but—"
"Quiet." Vivienne's voice cut through the dark. "For once in your life, just be quiet and listen."
I shut my mouth. Something in her tone said this wasn't a request.
She turned in the driver's seat to face the back. "Harlow. You first."
"Me?" Harlow's voice went up an octave. "But I thought—"
"You were the one who said we should tell him together. So tell him."
Harlow shifted in her seat. I could feel her nervous energy radiating through the leather interior. She took a breath.
"Okay. Um. Isaiah."
"Yeah?"
