Anna's POV:

The city moves past the windows and neither of us fills it.

Two blocks, then three. Karl's eyes stay on the road. Alexander has his phone face-down on his knee and hasn't touched it since I got in.

"What did you do today." His voice is even. Not quite a question.

"Work." I keep my gaze on the passing street. "Files. The usual."

The pause that follows has a texture to it—the kind where someone is deciding ...