Gloria knocked at seven in the morning with a cup of coffee and a look that said she had seen this exact version of a person before and was not frightened by it.
"Slept?" she asked.
"Some," Mia said.
"That's enough for now." Gloria handed her the cup. "There's a woman downstairs who does job counseling Tuesday mornings. She's good. No pressure—just so you know it's there."
Mia nodded. Gloria left. Mia drank the coffee standing at the window and watched the street below come to life—a man walking a dog, a teenager cycling, a woman in scrubs moving fast toward a bus stop—and thought: everyone out there has somewhere to be.
She used to have somewhere to be.
Nathan's update came at 8:14 a.m.
Warrant is more complicated than I thought. EchoTech's legal team filed the espionage complaint
