Yvonne messaged me on a Friday night. He asked about you. My stomach tightened. What exactly? Her reply took four minutes, which was three minutes too long. Whether I knew of you or your work. I said I didn’t know you personally. I stared at the screen. He was running checks, verifying his perimeter. We had less time than Moyá had asked for.
I called Moyá the next morning and told her we had a problem. Told her that the window she’d asked for was closing faster than expected. There was a pause on the line. “How solid is your documentation?” she asked. “Solid,” I said. Another pause. “Then we move in thirty days. Can you hold for thirty days?” Gary’s car was already in the driveway. “Yes,” I said, but I wasn’t sure that was true.