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“He went to meet with a client, so I figured I’d work here. We’re meeting for dinner later.” When Karl made no comment, I glanced at him. “What?”

“What makes you think I have something to add?”

I snorted again. “Because I’ve known you since I washowold?”

He sighed. “I have nothing to say that I haven’t already said.”

I closed the lid of the piano. “Everything’s fine.”

The sudden tightness around my chest belied that statement.

“Can we put this into perspective? You’ve been in Berlin a week, and in that time, I don’t think you’ve spent more than a few?—”

“Don’t,” I blurted. Karl blinked, and I sighed. “I know, okay? And I don’t want to think about this, because that only sends me down one road, and right now, I donotwant to go there.”

My phone buzzed, and my heart skipped a beat.He’s home early.

Except it wasn’t a text, but an email notification.

Damn.

I almost ignored it, but then I saw the subject line. My name. The college.

I opened it, and just like that, Berlin had an expiry date.

“Karl…”

He peered at me. “What’s wrong?”

I cleared my throat. “I have a meeting in Manchester, on Monday. Apparently, the investigation has reached its conclusion.”

“And?”

I rolled my eyes. “They haven’t shared that, just that they want to see me. So they can tell me to my face, I suppose—or get me to answer more questions, you know, drag it out a bit longer.” For a moment, I didn’t move.

“And how do you feel about that?”

I almost laughed. “How do you think I feel?”

Karl didn’t answer immediately. “Relieved,” he said at last.

For the second time in less than ten minutes, he caught me off guard. I frowned. “Relieved?”

“It means things are moving,” he said, his voice calm. “Forward motion is good. Whatever happens next, you won’t be stuck in this… suspended state anymore.”

I looked down at the message that had just cut my time here into something finite. Because suddenly this wasn’t open-ended anymore. This wasn’twe’ll see how long I stay.

This was?—

Six days.

I swallowed. “I have to call Diana.”

“Yes.”

“And book a flight.”

Karl inclined his head. “Also yes. Although I’d do that first.”