A month after Emma left, Maya found Knox standing in the middle of the bar, staring at nothing. The jukebox was silent. The regulars had gone home. The only light came from the neon sign in the window, casting everything in shades of red and blue. His hands were in his pockets, his shoulders were relaxed, but there was something in his posture that told her he was thinking about something important. Something that had been weighing on his mind for a while. He'd been quiet all evening, distracted, and she'd been watching him from behind the bar, wondering what was going on in that head of his. He'd been like this for days, distant but not cold, present but not really there.
She walked up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. "What are you thinking about?"
He was quiet for a mome
