“Nat, I need to tell you something. Please don’t be mad.”

A month later, Claire’s message crossed the nine-hour time difference.

It was three in the morning in Zurich.

Noon in California.

I woke up and glanced at it.

“Mason came to see me last week. He asked

“Nat, did you see the post?”

Claire hadn’t contacted me for two months.

When her message arrived at five in the morning, I almost thought I had misread the name.

“What post?”

“Mason’s Instagram post.”

I had muted his account, so I couldn’t see it.

But Cla

“Natalie, the award results are in.”

Lukas placed an envelope on my desk.

My fingers didn’t shake when I opened it.

Silver Award.

The Zurich Emerging Visual Design Silver Award.

Jonas leaned over from the next desk.

“Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”