Another annoyed breath huffed out of Lester's mouth. For a second, he thought about letting her go. When she wanted to talk about it, she would. But she was going to leave again, and he'd always dogged her into telling him the truth before — he'd dogged her back into her own identity. So he couldn't give up this easy.

He put his hands in his trouser pockets and followed her. "Honestly, I also didn't write because I was upset you left," Lester called after her.