Julian's POV
She left at six AM on a Sunday.
I drove her to the airport. Elise was still asleep, and Elena was coming at seven to stay until I got back. Nadia had checked her bag three times the night before and checked it once more at the door while I waited with her carry-on.
In the car, she was quiet. Not anxious, quiet, just early morning quiet, the kind that didn't need filling.
At departures, I pulled over and got out. She came around the car, and I took her carry-on from the back seat and handed it to her.
She looked at me.
"Photos every three hours," I said.
"I know."
"Starting at nine. She'll be up by then." "Okay." She held the handle of her bag. "Call me if anything."
"I'll call you. Nothing will happen." I looked at her. "Go present your framework to the room that's be
