Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

Lucy nodded and followed Bentley downstairs.

Meanwhile, Amy stood quietly behind the door, listening in on every word. She recorded the whole conversation and sent the file straight to Fiona, hoping it would help. And if it didn't, at least she'd prove her worth to Fiona.

...

Back at her apartment, Fiona flopped onto the couch, stretching out lazily. When her phone buzzed with a new audio message, she played it on double speed. As Amy's recording finished, a sly little smile curled on her lips.

So Amy's parents really were in on the whole Country M Research Institute deal, and they had their own connections, too. That meant there was no telling how many people in the States were tangled up with the institute-or how many "chip people" they might have smuggled in already.

What mattered now was tracking down every company that had done overseas business in recent years. Sure, it'd be like

code to sift through the data. Fiona loaded up the information and left it to churn-she knew it

else to do but wait, she figured she might as well get some sleep. Besides, she had an early class the next morning. She'd already missed a bunch of days. Even if she didn't need to show up every time, she was still officially a student. She couldn't just

next morning, Fiona woke to see Jackson leaning

open her door and walked to the

groaned and burrowed under the covers, turning away from the window. She grabbed her phone, checked the

you your favorite-sweet tofu pudding. If you don't eat it now, it'll get cold

way was she missing