One hand. Firm.

"We need to talk."

Tobi narrowed her eyes. "About?"

"The note. You acted like I was crazy for taking it as a joke."

"I never said that."

"You no need talk am. The folding… it’s not like your usual style."

"What’s that supposed to mean?"

"Means whoever planted it knows you well. Knows your pattern."

He studied her.

"You and Zion were close, abi?"

"Still are."

"Then have you told her what you told me?"

"What?"

"That it not your handwriting."

Tobi froze.

She never said that to him.

Only to Zion.

"What do you want from me?"

"What do you remember. Because when you read that note, you looked scared. Not shocked. Scared."

She fled.

Didn’t stop until her door was locked.

Didn’t stop shaking either.