POV: Yessica | Location: Edinburgh
She woke at five forty-three with Rose.
Fed her in the dark, standing at the bedroom window, the Edinburgh Wednesday not yet decided about itself — that specific pre-dawn grey that could go either way. Rose fed with the focused efficiency she brought to everything and then looked at Yessica with the post-feed expression that meant she was processing the morning.
"I know," Yessica said. "Me too."
She put Rose back down at six-fifteen and stood in the hallway between the two doors.
Last night Lewis had left at nine-thirty. She had walked him to the door and he had said goodnight without making it complicated and she had closed the door and stood in the hallway for approximately the same amount of time she was standing in it now.
She went to make coffe
