Lucretia returned from the washroom, rubbing her damp hair with a towel. Just as she was about to get dressed, her phone started ringing. She glanced over and saw Philip’s name on the screen. She paused, looking at the phone before setting it aside without answering. Letting out a quiet sigh, she walked to her wardrobe, the phone’s ringing fading into silence.

Across the street, Philip frowned at his phone as the call went to voicemail. Restless, he wandered over to his window, ...