But now Hannah cringed when she thought about how much of herself she’d revealed in those notes, inadvertently or otherwise.

Ward knew exactly what she thought about him and, worse, even how she felt, almost right from the beginning. Good and bad. She had bared her soul in those notes, grateful for the opportunity to open up to someone who it seemed was equally happy to remain anonymous.

Hadn’t Ward done the same though? she reasoned, feeling a little less vulnerable. Hadn’t he too laid bare his own reservations, his lack of confidence in matters of the heart?

And all the while he’d been talking about her. Or so she’d recently learned.

If she hadn’t spoken to him just now she’d have assumed he was referring to Shelley, or the ex who’d moved away to Chicago. But no it was her, it was definitely her.

He’d made that crystal clear by setting it all up with Frank beforehand, the cannoli and this final note.

I think you’ll know exactly where to find me . . .

Taking a quick bite (it was way too good to ignore) Hannah stuffed the note in her pocket, paid and said goodbye to Frank, then hurried back out onto the street, still dazed and utterly confused by what she’d just learned.

Yet excited too.

Back in the building, she waved a quick hello at a smiling Bruno, who if she didn’t know better looked to be in on the whole thing, despite Ed/Ward’s protestations to the contrary.

Which was his real name by the way? She’d only ever known him as Ward, how he’d always been known as a professional. And since she’d only dealt with him in that capacity why would she know any better? Perhaps he went by Ed day to day, using a variation of his real name like some actors or other high-profile public figures did to help preserve their anonymity.

Which was why she was completely confused when Frank had referred to him that way just now. And of course, she and next door had only ever addressed one another as their apartment numbers, P-1 and P-2.

It was all too surreal to take in properly but Hannah knew that she needed to see him now, was desperate to find out the answers to all of her questions and presumably answer some of his too.

There’s so much more I want to say.

Finally alone in the elevator, she exhaled and gripped the wall for support, all of a sudden uncertain as to what to expect when she reached the penthouse floor.