Morning arrived quietly, almost politely, as if it knew the house was holding too many secrets and did not want to disturb them too roughly. Lynda found herself up before anyone else. She just lay there at first, listening to the soft sounds around her, the distant hum of the generator, the faint rustle of trees, the steady rhythm of Lukas’s breathing beside her. He slept on his back, one arm thrown over his chest, his face so relaxed that it almost annoyed her. Careful not to. How could he ...