She saw them on Tuesday.
Not the kiss itself that had happened inside, in the private space of Julia's apartment, away from cameras and sources and the particular infrastructure of observation Vanessa had built around Daniel's life.
But she saw enough.
She'd been coming out of a restaurant on Clarence Street at twelve forty a business lunch, the kind she attended several of each week, useful conversations with useful people over food she barely tasted. Her car was waiting at the curb. She was checking her phone as she came through the door.
She looked up.
And there they were.
Across the street.
Daniel and Julia.
Walking together not touching, not dramatically close, just side by side on the pavement with the particular ease of people who were comfortable in each other's space. T
