The legal call lasted four hours.
Claire fell asleep on the couch somewhere around midnight, her own laptop open on a half finished email to her studio contractor, and woke at four to find Nathaniel's jacket draped over her and the apartment quiet.
He was at the dining table, still in his shirt, tie gone, two empty coffee cups and a legal pad covered in his precise handwriting in front of him. He was on the phone, voice low, words she could not make out from the couch.
She sat up and looked at him across the apartment.
He caught her eye and held it for a moment, then held up four fingers.
Four hours to the hearing.
She got up and went to the kitchen and made more coffee, moving quietly in the predawn dark, and when she set a cup beside him on the table he reached over without looking
