He came to the apartment that evening.
Julia had known he would. Daniel wasn't the kind of man who left things unresolved when he could see them in front of him that was part of what made him good at what he did and occasionally impossible to be around.
She opened the door.
He looked like he'd had a difficult day. Not visibly he would never allow visibly. But she could read him now in the small ways that accumulated after weeks of paying attention. The set of his jaw. The way he held his shoulders slightly higher than usual. The particular quality of his stillness that meant something was being contained rather than resolved.
"Can I come in?" he asked.
She stepped back.
Nora was at Margaret's for the evening a planned thing, a sleepover that Nora had been anticipating for days. Th
