"What?"

She doesn't take a step back, but the statement gives her enough pause to make her start as she tips her head back to let her gaze seek his face, a deeper frown line settling in between her brows.

"Matt, if you know that something is going to happen tomorrow - just tell me. Please." There's not a lot left about her that he doesn't know, and she'd tell him if he asked. Secrets form a dividing line, and the longer they stay buried, the wider the line becomes.