On the middle shelf straight in front of me… are two framedpictures.
I stand up slowly and creep towards the shelves as if thedrawings might disappear if I move too quickly.
The first one is the sketch Nikolai stole from me in theconference room at Zhukova Incorporated. A half-finishedpencil drawing I did just to ease my nerves. I can still see thecreases in the paper where Nikolai folded it into fourths andtucked it in his pocket.
The thought of him pulling it out later, unfolding it, slipping itinto a frame… I swallow a lump in my throat.
The sketch in the next frame is the one I worked on in Iceland.A fantastical house that defies the laws of physics. Becausethat’s what it felt like to be with him in that hotel. Hikingacross
