Krystal’s POV
The morning next arrived without any notice. I had not slept. I had been lying awake, the city murmuring itself to sleep under our window, Colt breathing steadily beside me. He was lying asleep, or was pretending to be asleep. In either case we had both been in need of quiet.
The notes remained on the table, like unsatisfactory visitors. I was too frequently gazing at them. Every word was emphasized. You cannot save all that you wish. I heard it like a riddle I did not want to guess at.
At breakfast we did not talk so much. Colt brewed coffee. I fried a piece of bread, and cut up some apples. It was almost normal which was strange in itself. The news going on TV in the morning was mumbled. But neither of us listened.
I thought a long time before I said, "we must talk to C
