saw him speak with a woman behind a desk. The woman handed him a set of keys. He thanked her, then walked down a corridor and disappeared through a door.
Yuki waited.
A few minutes later, she heard voices.
One belonged to Kenji.
The other belonged to a woman who sounded as though she had been crying.
“I can’t keep putting this off,” the woman said.
“I know,” Kenji replied. “But I need to make sure everything is right.”
“What if she finds out from someone else?”
There was a long silence.
Then Kenji answered, “That is exactly what I’m trying to avoid.”
Yuki felt her stomach tighten.
She stepped away from the window.
She could have gone inside. She could have demanded an explanation. Instead, she returned home with her mind racing through possibilities.
By the time Kenji came back, she had prepared herself for a confrontation.
