Drive Halsey Novels & Stories

Just present, which is what this moment needs from him and which he seems to understand without being told. “Are you alright,” he says, quietly enough that only I hear it. “I keep being asked that,” I say. “Because we keep meaning it.” I look at him sideways. Something in my chest does the thing it has been doing, that quiet and unnamed settling, and I let it happen without cataloguing it. Halsey arrives at seven forty-three. She comes through the front door with Reth two steps behind her, and she takes in the kitchen — the documents on the table, Sera, Edrin, Talia, Bowen in his dressing gown with his tea — and she does not comment on any of it. She looks at me.