POV: Yessica | Location: Edinburgh
Agnes arrived with shortbread and the particular expression of a woman who had already formed opinions she wasn't going to volunteer unless asked.
She sat in the armchair. Ate a piece of shortbread. Looked around the flat in the comfortable way of someone who'd been in it a hundred times.
"Well," she said finally.
"Well," Yessica said.
"It's over."
"The legal part."
Agnes nodded. That distinction satisfied her. She didn't push for more.
They drank tea. The Friday morning stretched into afternoon. Yessica told Agnes about Catherine's phone call, about Theron, about what Lewis had asked for at the kitchen table. Agnes listened the way she always did — fully, without interruption, processing in real time without letting the processing show on her fac
