POV: Yessica | Location: Edinburgh
Dr. Gillies's practice was a twenty-minute walk from the Grassmarket.
They didn't talk much on the way. Not because the silence was uncomfortable — it wasn't. It had the quality of two people moving toward the same thing with their own separate versions of dread, and neither of them pretending otherwise.
Lewis walked beside her at the same careful distance as before. On the steeper part of the hill he slowed without comment, matching her pace without making it obvious he was doing so.
She noticed. Said nothing.
The practice was a converted Georgian terrace on Marchmont Road. The kind of building Edinburgh did without effort — stone and symmetry and windows that had watched two hundred years of ordinary human urgency pass through them.
The waiting ro
