THE COST OF SAVING HIM
He left the room and pulled the door shut behind him, and walked down the hallway toward the kitchen because he needed coffee and something to do with his hands that wasn't this, and halfway there he passed the staircase and looked up instinctively.
Nadia was at the top of it, freshly awake by the look of her, her hair loose, wearing one of the oversized shirts that had appeared in her wardrobe at some point and become permanent. She was holding a glass of water and looking down at him with the expression she had in unguarded moments, the one that wasn't performing anything.
"You're up early," she said.
"Work," he said simply.
She nodded like that made sense, which it did, which was the thin
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