admitted, through those four words, that there was something to know.
“I saw you,” I said. “This morning. Outside that building.”
Eliam sat down heavily at the kitchen table.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke.
Then he covered his face with both hands.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
I remained standing.
“Tell me the truth.”
He looked up.
And what he told me next was not what I had expected.
Chapter Five: The Secret Behind the Building
Eliam explained that he had taken a week of leave after receiving
