CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
The coastal house was quiet in the morning…The particular quiet of a place that had absorbed decades of mornings and had simply stopped being surprised by them.
Rosa moved through the kitchen without sound. The sea did what the sea always did. The blue door stood exactly where it had always stood.
I found Daniel at the kitchen table at seven,a dark shirt…Coffee in hand. Eyes on his phone the way they always were first thing…scanning, assessing, filing.
The morning version of him that I had slowly learned was actually the most honest version. Before the day built up its layers.
I sat across from him,poured coffee and looked at him.
"What is your father like," I said. "Really. Not the diplomatic version."
He looked up from his phone,set it down and looked at me th
