LENA

"I know you're thinking about the sight line," I said. "About the window treatment. About what should have been done before this." I looked at him steadily. "She hired someone. She arranged this deliberately and over a period of time and with professional help. That is a thing she did. The geometry of your apartment is not something you did."

He was quiet.

"I know," he said.

"You're thinking about it anyway," I said.

A pause.

"Yes," he said.

I nodded. I looked out the window. I looked at the building across the street, the south-facing tower, the floors four through seven, the specific windows that Marcus had identified...