Conrad's car disappeared down the street at seven thirty in the morning.

Sera stood at the window watching until it turned the corner. Her coffee was in her hand, untouched, going cold.

She heard Zaid come downstairs behind her. She heard him stop in the living room. She heard the quiet click of the front door being locked.

Then his footsteps.

He came to stand behind her at the window, close, and she felt his hands on her shoulders, warm and steady, turning her around slowly until she was facing him.

He looked at her for a second. At her face, her eyes, the way she was holding the coffee...