"They've been in deliberation for two hours."
"I know."
"That's either very good or very bad."
"I know that too."
"Which do you think it is."
"I think it's both and I won't know which until that door opens so I'd rather not spend the next however long talking about it."
Owen sat back. "Fair enough."
Harper was at the far end of the bench with her grandmother's journal open in her lap. Not reading it. Just holding it. Her thumb moving back and forth across the cover the way it did when she was working something out quietly.
Mason was at the window.
He'd been at the window since they brought us in here standing with his back to the room, one hand braced against the frame. I'd stopped trying to read his shoulders twenty minutes ago. They hadn't changed.
"Mason."
"Yes."
"Come sit d
