He was early.Fifty-three minutes, not sixty. I know because I was still in the bathroom splashing cold water on my face when the knock came, three clean raps on my front door, not loud, not hesitant. The kind of knock that assumed the door would open.I dried my hands, looked at myself in the mirror for one second, and decided I didn't have time to feel unprepared.I opened the door.The photo hadn't done him any favors in either direction. He was tall in the way that actually registers, the kind of tall where you recalibrate the space around a person. Dark coat, no tie, a jaw that looked like it had been designed to make people feel vaguely outmatched. His eyes were gray. Not blue-gray or warm gray. Just gray, the color of sky before something serious happens in it.He looked at me the way people look at things they are trying to understand."Ms. Crane," he said."You're early," I said.Something shifted in his expression. Not quite a smile. More like the idea of one. "May I come in
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