Sophia's POV
We flew home on Sunday afternoon.
The Edinburgh sky was doing something dramatic with clouds when we left, grey and layered and the kind of beautiful that didn't try to be. I watched it through the plane window until it disappeared and then I turned back to Damien who was reading the structural engineering book with the focused attention he gave things he actually cared about.
He had dog-eared three pages.
Damien Black who organised everything and kept his desk at specific angles and had opinions about coasters had dog-eared pages in a sixty year old book because he wanted to find them again quickly.
I filed that away with everything else.
The flight landed at four. By the time we got through the airport it was nearly five and the city was doing the Sunday evening thing,
