Sarah blinked, caught off guard, then nodded. “Give me a moment. I’ll be back.”

She disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Harry to watch the rain slide down the window. Time passed without him noticing, the steady hum of the city muted by the glass. The scent of warm pastry and fresh coffee drifted out from the kitchen, pulling him from his thoughts.

Sarah returned, placing a cup of coffee and a pastry on the table in front of him. Harry looked up at her, smiling.

“Thank you,” he ...