~Selene's POV~
She sets the phone down on the counter and stands there a moment, not moving, listening to the particular quality of silence that follows a call like that.
The twins are already asleep. Miriam went to bed twenty minutes ago, leaving the kitchen light on for her the way she always does, a small consideration Selene has stopped thanking her for out loud because they both understand it without needing the words. The apartment holds the late-evening stillness that has become its own kind of comfort over the past ten months, the particular hush of a home where everyone breathing in it is finally, currently, safe.
She thinks about his voice.
Not what he said. The words themselves had been simple enough, almost clinical, the kind of report a man gives when he has rehearsed exac
