Charlotte didn't sleep well that night.
She knew this because she was aware of the ceiling for most of it. She lay on her back with her phone face down on the nightstand and listened to the quietness of the street, the thought of Qihang Technology was in her mind all through the night.
At six she got up.
Ethan was already in the kitchen.
Charlotte stopped in the doorway. He had his back to her, one hand on the counter, the other moving a pan on the stove. His phone was open beside the kettle. She could see from where she stood that it was a map. Midtown address. Qihang Technology's offices.
He had looked it up.
She stood in the doorway and looked at the back of his head and felt something press against the inside of her chest that she did not have a name for and did not try to find o
