It happened on a Sunday.
Not a significant Sunday. Not one that had announced itself as the kind of day where things changed. Just an ordinary one grey sky, slow morning, the particular shapelessness of a weekend day that hadn't committed to any particular weather yet.
Daniel had come at eleven.
No reason given and none needed that was something that had happened gradually, the way most real things happened. The visits had stopped requiring justification. He came because Nora wanted him there and because Julia had stopped pretending she didn't also want him there and because the apartment had started to feel different when he was in it versus when he wasn't.
Fuller, was the word she'd landed on.
Not louder. Just fuller.
Nora had a cold.
Nothing serious the sniffly uncomfortable k
