Evening came slowly.
The kind of evening that takes its time arriving, the sky going through grey and then darker grey and then the particular blue black of a winter night settling in over a quiet residential street. I watched it happen from the sitting room window without meaning to watch it. Just looking up from my book every now and then and finding the light had changed again.
Cade made dinner.
This surprised me enough that I came to the kitchen doorway and stood there watching him do it. He was at the stove with the focused expression of someone attempting something that required more concentration than it should.
"I thought you could only make toast," I said.
"I found a recipe," he said without turning around.
"Where?"
"My phone," he said.
I looked at the counter. His phone w
