MIRA POV“You’re staring at that window like it owes you money.”I turned around. Caius was standing at the kitchen counter, back to me, pouring coffee like he hadn’t just said that. I could hear the smile in his voice even from here.“I’m thinking,” I said.“About what?”“Nothing important.”He looked over his shoulder at me. One eyebrow up. “Nothing important.”“The city,” I said. “The light. How it looks different in the morning.”“That’s what you’re thinking about at seven in the morning.”“Yes.”He turned back to his coffee. “Okay.”I smiled at the window.The city was doing its Tuesday thing. Buses, people, the usual noise that started slow and built into something full by eight. The sky was that pale winter blue that didn’t commit to anything, just sat there being cold and clear. My tea was warm in my hands, oat milk and one sugar, already made and waiting on the counter when I came out of the bedroom.He’d made it without being asked. He always did now.My phone buzzed on the
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