The rain fell in steady sheets, the sound a rhythmic patter against the windowpane. Moira sat in the dim light of her apartment, her eyes unfocused as she stared out at the city, but not really seeing it. The streets were slick, the people running beneath their umbrellas, each drop of rain a reminder of how everything seemed to blur in her life.

She hadn’t gone back to the office. She hadn’t gone anywhere. It had been three days since her last encounter with Matthew, and though the echoes ...