Chapter 18: Nadia Asks the Question

Nadia pulled into the driveway at six-twenty-two and sat in her car for four minutes.

Marcus saw her from the kitchen window. He had been watching the street without meaning to — a habit he had developed in the last several weeks without cataloguing it as a habit until this moment, seeing her through the glass and understanding that his attention had reorganized itself around threat assessment in ways that extended now to his own daughter in her own car in his own driveway. He stepped back from the window. He put the dish towel on the counter.

She knocked, which she had not done in approximately three years.