By the time Calvin Dawson arrived at Dawnat, the afternoon sun had already stretched across the city in pale gold ribbons.
The office floor was still busy, focused on whatever task they had.
But Penelope?
Penelope had checked the clock so many times that her neck had begun to hurt.
What exactly was she doing?
Penelope frowned at her computer screen, pretending focused interest in spreadsheets, so as to keep her eyes from the clock.
But then, her eyes could just stray down to check the time on the computer screen.
She didn’t understand herself at all.
All morning, Calvin’s absence had sat strangely in the back of her mind.
It was as if she was noticing missing background music you didn’t realize you’d gotten used to.
It was so weird. And she definitely did not feel relieved when
