She found Amara on the fire escape at half past four in the afternoon, sitting in the rain with her legs folded under her and her back against the railing, looking at the street below.
Ziva went back inside for two cups of tea. Then she came back out and sat down beside her.
The rain was light and steady. The kind that didn't commit to being a storm but didn't stop either. Ziva pulled her jacket closer and held out one of the cups.
Amara took it without looking at her.
They sat.
Below them, the street moved through its ordinary business. A woman with an umbrella. A delivery truck with its hazard lights on. Two men arguing about something in front of a parked car.
"You don't have to keep me company," Amara said eventually.
"I'm not. I needed air."
Amara looked at her sideways, with
