Emma's POV
We fly home on a Friday morning.
The city is still dark when we leave the hotel. I stand at the window for a moment before we go, looking at Singapore doing its pre-dawn thing, the heat already present even at this hour, the lights still going below.
Dominic waits at the door with both bags.
He doesn't rush me.
I turn and go.
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The flight is long and I sleep better than I did coming over, the deep sleep of someone who has used themselves well for four days. I wake somewhere over the ocean and Dominic is reading, or not reading, the book is open but he's looking at the middle distance with the focused stillness he gets when he's thinking through something.
"Work?" I say.
He looks down at me. "No."
"What then?"
"The house for summer. I found three opt
