Monday came in cold and certain way late October always did in New York, the kind of morning that reminded you summer had not just ended but had been genuinely put away, stored somewhere you would not find it again for months. Lena walked from the subway with her collar up and her coffee in her hand and her mind already running through the week ahead before she had reached the building.
She had spent the weekend doing what she always did when something was sitting unresolved in the back of her mind. She had cleaned her apartment thoroughly. She had gone to the farmers market. She had sat in her reading chair on Sunday afternoon with a book she had been meaning to finish for three months and read eleven pages before she gave up and put it face down on her lap and stared out the window at t
