The next morning, I walked into the dining room. Sunlight was on the long table. The coffee smelled strong. Nicholas and Victoria were already there, sitting close, two plates between them and a basket of toast in the middle.
Victoria looked up first. She had color in her face again and Nicholas's jacket over her shoulders like a shawl. “Good morning, Luna," she said in a soft voice. “I didn't sleep well."
Nicholas turned a little toward her. “Why not?"
She toyed with the spoon, eyes on him. “I had a dream. I didn't see you in it. That made it worse."
He nodded, as if that made sense to both of them. “You're safe now."
I pulled out a chair at the far end and sat. “Morning." I poured my own coffee and reached for the toast. The butter knife left a neat line on the bread. Small sounds.
