POV: Kesley

The driver said something about traffic on the bridge, but I did not register the words. Just the tone. Polite. Professional. The kind of voice you pay to have between you and whatever you are actually thinking about.

I was thinking about Leo.

The car smelled like leather and something faintly citrus, and outside the window London was doing its grey-into-gold autumn thing, sunlight catching the edges of buildings in a way that made everything look briefly beautiful before the clouds closed again. I watched it without really seeing it.

My mind was still in that car park, still replaying Zachary's face when I had told him Nora...