Saki's schedule was precise.
She'd made it the evening after the dinner table had finally exhaled — a neat list in her notebook, names in order, time slots assigned with the particular efficiency of someone who had been watching seven women navigate the same surface question from seven completely different emotional depths and had decided, in her characteristically direct way, that the most useful thing she could do was create a structure for the truth to move through.
She showed the schedule to Kaito over breakfast.
"Yoru first," she said. "This afternoon, after she gets back from her shift. Then Tsukasa tomorrow morning before the others are up." She paused. "I'd like you present for both. Not to direct. Just — present."
"You want me there as a witness," he said.
