They walked another block. Fireflies lifted from the hedges.
"Mom?"
"Yes."
"When he had me down, I thought about you. I thought, she'll come. And then you did. How did you know?"
Naomi told him about Denise's text. About the conference room. About running lights she should not have run. Isaiah listened, then nodded as if filing the information into a place that needed it.
"Connor's a good friend," he said.