Cole woke to gray light filtering through the curtains. For a moment, he didn't know where he was. Then the farmhouse came back. The wooden ceiling. The quilt his grandmother had made. The smell of coffee from downstairs.
He lay still. His body ached from the flight. His mind ached from the waiting. Diana was out there. Somewhere. Watching.
He got dressed. Walked downstairs.
Evelyn was at the stove. Eggs. Bacon. The same as every morning.
“You're back,” she said.
“I'm back.”
“For good?”
He sat at the table. “For now.”
She didn't ask more. She had learned not to ask.
Clark came in. His hair was wet. He had been running.
“Morning.”
“Morning.”
“Eve says hi.”
Cole smiled. “Tell her I said hi back.”
Clark sat across from him. Poured coffee.
“Kane called. He said Diana disappeared
