Chapter 43
Anne drew in a deep breath, closing her eyes so she could focus on the scent of Lake Michigan on the morning breeze. She caught a sharp, clean trace of last night’s fog cutting through the sweet spring lilacs down in the courtyard .
All the windows in the apartment she’d shared with Evan for the last two years stayed open as soon as the two of them could stand the cold in spring until they couldn’t stand the cold in autumn. Anne loved the faint rattle of the old-fashioned counterweights when she lifted the bottom panes or lowered the top ones. One of the many advantages of a building built before the Second World War.
Thick walls that shut out almost all the noise of neighbors and city alike were another. She’d been afraid of the sounds of so many people, that their presence
