Cole
The next morning, when I came back I didn’t park down the block.
I didn’t roll in quietly.
I pulled straight into her driveway.
Engine low.
If someone was watching, they’d watch me pull in.
Mara opened the door before I knocked.
She looked like she hadn’t slept much.
Hair loose. No makeup. Nerves under control but not gone.
“You said less visibility,” she said.
“I said fewer visits in daylight.”
“This is daylight.”
“Yes.”
I stepped inside without waiting to be invited.
The house felt different after last night.
Like walls had ears.
I walked through the living room slowly.
like I was inspecting.
My jacket went over the back of the couch.
My helmet on the kitchen counter.
Boots by the door.
Small things.
Territory without a flag.
Mara watched me.
“You’re doing th
