Klara put the last piece of clothing into a blue suitcase, zipping it up in quiet finality.

She headed downstairs, careful not to make a sound.

When she got to the foyer, a voice stopped her midstep.

“Are you leaving?”

Klara spun around, only to see Salima standing in the middle of the room, her head held high, her robe tied tightly around her waist. Her phone in her hands.

“I just got off the phone with Roman,” Salima said, her tone calm but slightly annoyed. “He and Tessa are settling in nicely. But what are you doing?”

“I didn’t want to wake you,” Klara replied quickly.

“So sneaking out...