Sophia's POV
Sunday Richard came for lunch again.
Fourth week in a row.
Nobody announced it or made a thing of it. He arrived at noon and Zane let him through and he came into the kitchen and said good morning to whoever was there and sat at the counter and accepted coffee and that was that.
The fourth time something happened it stopped being an event and became a pattern.
Patterns were quieter than events. More honest somehow.
Lena was there too. She had started arriving on Sundays without being asked, the same way she arrived on Tuesdays and occasionally Thursdays, just present in the way of someone who had found a place that fit and was occupying it without making it complicated.
She and Richard had spoken twice before this. Brief. Careful. The particular careful of two people wh
