Anastasia’s POV:
Lucas arrived at twelve forty seven.
I knew the exact time because I had been watching the clock in the way you watched clocks when you were trying not to think about what you were actually thinking about and the clock was the only neutral object in the room. My apartment felt different with the knowledge that he was coming. Smaller somehow. More aware of itself. I had straightened things that did not need straightening and made tea I had not drunk and stood at my window looking at the city for ten minutes before I accepted that what I was doing was bracing and made myself sit down instead.
He knocked rather than buzzing from the lobby which meant the night security had let him up which meant he had been here enough times in the last few weeks for the night security to
