Elara's POV
Damien left before I came downstairs. He had told me the night before what time the meeting started and I had set an alarm anyway and still missed him by twenty minutes. His coffee cup sat rinsed in the sink. That was how I knew he was nervous. He only cleaned up after himself when he had something to prove.
Mom was at the kitchen table with her own cup and the newspaper folded open to a page she was not really reading. She looked up when I came in. "He went early," she said.
"I know."
"Did he eat anything?"
"Probably not."
She made a small sound and went back to not reading the newspaper. I poured coffee and stood at the window and looked at the street. The reporters were gone. Three days without a new development and they had moved on to something else. The house felt q
