We tell Théo at dinner.
Not during dinner, after, when the table has cleared and it is the four of us: Faye and me, Théo and Petra. Irina and Gregor have gone to the west wing with the evening's archive materials. Marcus has disappeared with his newspaper to wherever he goes when he is being deliberately absent. Reth is managing something. The communal space is quiet with the specific quality of an evening that knows it is holding something important.
Théo has the green notebook on the table. He always has the green notebook. He has been writing in it since before dinner, observing, as he always observes, the quality of the room. The way people moved around each other. The specific care with which Petra carried her dinner plate. The way Irina touched her shoulder briefly when she left.
