Liora’s POV
The rest of Monday passed more quietly than I expected. After speaking to Ezra that morning, I found it easier to concentrate on work, and although Karl remained in the back of my mind, I wasn't carrying the same heaviness I had felt when I first arrived at the office.
I kept thinking about his voice.
The way he had laughed when he told me I would lose a race against him. The way he had asked when I was coming to see him. Most of all, the way he had said he missed me, as though saying it was the simplest thing in the world.
By the time I returned home that evening, I had decided I would call Ken later in the week and ask about arranging a visit. I didn't want to rush into the conversation while my emotions were still so close to the surface, and I wanted to think carefully
