The mugs stayed on the left.
That wasn't new — they'd been on the left for weeks — but on Saturday morning Mara noticed Ethan reach for them without looking, automatic, the way you reached for things in your own kitchen, and something about the easy certainty of it made her smile into her coffee for no reason she could explain to anyone.
He caught her smiling.
"What," he said.
"Nothing," she said.
"You're doing a face."
"This is just my face," she said, and he almost smiled too, and they stood in the kitchen in the early light not talking and it was, she thought, possibly the best morning she'd had in years.
Monday she went to work and somehow everyone knew.
Not the details — nobody had details, and she intended to keep it that way — but something. Priya took one look at her when s
