That night she couldn't sleep.She lay in the dark of the east wing and stared at the ceiling and listened to the estate settle around her... the distant footsteps of the night guard, the wind moving through the garden, the particular quality of silence that large old buildings have at two in the morning when all their history is awake even if their people aren't.She thought about Marco's smile.She thought about 0.4 seconds.She thought about the letter her father had written... come for dinner on Sunday, just come, we'll talk... and the way it had been filed like a receipt.At half past two she gave up on sleep, pulled on a jumper and went downstairs.Lorenzo was in the kitchen.Of course he was.He was standing at the counter with a glass of water, jacket off, shirt untucked for the first time since she'd arrived, reading something on his phone. He looked up when she appeared in the doorway. Neither of them said anything for a moment."Can't sleep," she said. Not a question."Rare
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