Three days after.
That is the span of time between Marre's farmhouse and the morning I find Faye at the operations table at five fifteen, earlier than usual, with two cups of coffee already made and the specific expression of someone who has been awake for a while and has been thinking about something they have decided to say.
The three days were not quiet. Quiet is not something a territory produces naturally after an operation of this size. There were affiliate crews to release and thank and compensate. There was Marcus who stayed, which was not part of any agreement but which happened organically, the way certain things happen when the conditions that prevented them are removed. There was Gregor, who I put in a room in the west wing and have spoken to twice for approximately seven min
