The Fourth Name

CALLA'S POV

Beatrix came to the penthouse on Sunday morning.

Not a scheduled visit — she called at eight-fifteen with the particular brevity of someone who has decided something and is informing rather than requesting: I'm coming at ten. We need to speak properly.

We need to speak properly was Beatrix's version of there are things I have not said and the time for not saying them has ended.

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