Rose POV
I was in the lobby when he came out of the elevator.
I'd been sitting there for forty minutes. I told myself it was practical; easier than going back to the house and coming back. But that wasn’t the whole reason. I'd stayed because I wanted to be here when it was done, and I hadn’t examined it too closely.
He saw me before I saw him clearly.
I knew from the way he walked. Not fast, not slow. The walk of someone who’d just put something down and wasn’t sure if they were glad to be free of it.
He stopped in front of my chair.
His face was composed. But his eyes were doing something they didn't usually do.
Something tired and unguarded he hadn’t put back yet.
"She came in," he said.
"Marcus texted me."
He sat beside me. Not across. Leaned forward with his elbows on his kn
