8:07 PM — The Quiet Brew Café

Brooklyn, New York

The last customer had left. The chairs were stacked. The windows were dimmed. Katherine had just finished wiping down the espresso machine when she heard the soft knock.

She didn’t go immediately.

She let him wait for a moment.

Then she walked over and unlocked the door, pushing it open. The cold from the outside rushed in with him, but her eyes were ...