I hadn’t told her I’d moved again.

She must have gotten the address from Lena or maybe even Mara. I didn’t ask. When I heard the knock that morning, soft and short with no impatience behind it, I almost ignored it. I had been sitting at the dining table with my laptop open and nothing typed. The screen glowed with a blank document, but my mind had refused to form words all morning.

I was still in my robe. I hadn’t eaten. I hadn’t brushed my hair. I had told Julian I needed the day ...