DOMINIC
She was already up when I got to the kitchen.
Six-fifteen. She had the email on her phone and the tea already made and she was standing at the window looking at the city with the expression that meant she had been awake for a while.
"You got it too," she said.
"Forwarded copy." I poured coffee. "Have you read it more than once?"
"Four times," she said. "You?"
"Twice."
She turned from the window and sat at the counter. I sat across from her and we looked at the three sentences on her screen for a moment.
I have not been as unwell as I have led you to believe.
"Saturday," Elena said.
"Yes."
"That's two days."
"I know."
She put the phone face down and wrapped both hands around her tea.
"How are you?" I said.
She looked at me. The look she used when she was deciding how
