Outside, Zane remained in the car long after he should have driven away. Rain tapped steadily against the windshield in patient rhythms that blurred the city into streaks of muted gold and gray. The wipers stayed still. He made no move to clear the glass and simply watched the slow accumulation of water distort the world beyond it.
Her building stood in the edge of his vision, six floors of aging brick rising above the narrow street. Most of the windows were dark, but one still glowed faintly through sheer curtains, a quiet square of light that held his attention without effort. He did not need to look directly at it to know it was hers.
