Anastasia’s POV:
Marcus called on Saturday morning and asked if I wanted to go for a walk.
Not to talk about anything specific. Just a walk. Which was Marcus’s way of saying he needed to talk about something specific but had not figured out how to start yet.
We met at the park near his apartment and walked for a while without saying much and the city was quiet in the way it got on Saturday mornings when everyone was sleeping in and the usual urgency had temporarily agreed to leave things alone.
“Elena is moving out,” he said eventually.
I looked at him.
“Her own place,” he said. “She found something near the federal building so she’s close for the hearings. She told me Thursday.”
“How do you feel?” I said.
He walked for a few steps.
“Relieved,” he said. “And something else I still
