EDMUND’S POV
I did not tell her I was watching her. I had decided that much the night before, sitting alone in my office with the legal pad in the locked drawer. If I was going to learn anything, it would have to come from a woman who did not know she was being read.
So I watched the way she watched me, without announcing it. I simply started paying attention to things I had stopped paying attention to somewhere in the last five years, the way a man pays attention to a floorboard once he has heard it creak.
I watched her mornings first.
She woke at the same time every day, six-forty, without an alarm, the way she always had. She made coffee before she made tea, though she drank tea, because she said the smell of coffee woke her up faster than the tea itself did.
She had told me this
