Nora’s POV
I got home at eleven-twelve. Iris was asleep at Sol's — the new location, the one with the courtyard window. I'd checked in by text at nine and Sol had sent back a photo: Iris face-down, Dammy tucked under one arm, one foot hanging off the edge of the mattress the way it always did. Completely, wholly fine.
I changed out of my work clothes. I turned off every light except the one in the bathroom, which I left on because the apartment was too quiet with everything dark and Iris not in it.
I lay down on top of the covers. I looked at the ceiling.
I said your name inside them.
I'd been holding that sentence at arm's length for the three hours since he'd said it — not suppressing it, just keeping it at a distance where I could keep functioning. The timeline. Brenn on Friday. Th
