RoutineThree weeks into it, they had a routine.Nobody named it. Nobody agreed to it. It built itself quietly out of the available hours the way water found channels, following whatever was open, filling whatever space Linda's presence did not fill. And the space Linda left every Tuesday morning from nine until twelve, when she went to her art class on the other side of the city, had become their space without either of them saying that was what it was.The first Tuesday it genuinely was accidental. Linda had barely reversed out of the drive when Zara came downstairs and found Ethan still at the kitchen table with his drawings and his coffee and no particular reason to leave for another two hours. They talked. About her Aldren project, about a building downtown he had noticed, about nothing consequential. Two hours passed. He left. She went back to her laptop. Ordinary.The second Tuesday she came downstairs on purpose.She did not say that to herself in those exact words. She said s
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