Chapter 4

Jonathan's body went rigid in an instant. He gave me a quick look, then turned away and lowered his voice. "I'm here. Talk to me," he said.

I'd never heard him speak so gently and with such focus before. It was like he was a true believer, listening for a sign from above.

"I think we could add just a touch of Ceylon tea's astringency to the base notes. What do you think? It would make the whole scent more layered, with a sort of... lingering sweetness." Her voice came through the receiver, clear and crisp in my ear.

Jonathan…