KIRA

Emre saw the snow from the corridor window before we reached them.

They were standing on their toes with both hands flat against the glass, breath fogging the pane, watching the flakes come down with the complete focused attention they gave everything that was new, which was still most things.

Mira was beside them.

She saw us coming and read our faces with the specific quickness she had and her expression did the small private thing it did when she received good news she'd been hoping ...