We were back in the car before I fully understood that I was still holding the document against my chest.
I looked down at it. Then I carefully placed it inside the folder Hargreaves had given me and set it on my lap and put both hands flat on top of it. Like I needed to feel it was still there. Like I was afraid that if I stopped touching it something would happen to it.
Ethan started the engine.
He did not pull away immediately. He sat for a moment with his hands on the wheel and looked through the windshield at the quiet street outside Hargreaves's house. The morning had fully arrived now. The grey had lifted and the sky was a pale clean blue and the small town around us looked like nothing important had just happened inside that house with the blue door.
Then he pulled away slowly
