CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
As they drove through towns and the stretches of road between, Nikolas said very little, only to fill her in on Elektra’s progress and how she took the news. He didn’t talk of his father, and Delfi sensed that he needed the mental space to digest it. Whether he was thinking about what she had told him, she couldn’t be certain, but the silences were not awkward or tense and instead had a comfort of two people beginning to know each other. She wondered whether he had seen Linda in Paris, but the thought was fleeting and, somewhere in her heart, she felt she knew the answer.
As they approached the house, they could see the smoke rising from Josef’s grill in the back yard. Lights seemed to be on in every room, silhouetting the women as they moved about inside.
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