POV - Simon*

"I brought coffee."

Marissa stood in my office doorway, two cups in her hands that concerned the look on her face.

I glanced at my watch, seven AM. Early even for her.

"Thanks," I said. "Everything okay?"

She closed the door behind her. Sat down across from my desk.

"I wanted to talk. About what we discussed yesterday."

Right. Claire. The conversation that had kept me awake all night.

"What about it?"

"I've been watching them together." She set down my coffee. "It's ...