Caro couldn't sleep.
She'd tried, lying in the dark beside Peter, listening to his breathing slow into something steady, but her own mind wouldn't quiet, looping through every version of tomorrow morning she could imagine. What Lena might look like, in person, not in a faded photograph. What she might say. Whether she'd reach for Caro, or step back, or simply stand there, overwhelmed, the way Caro herself had been overwhelmed by every revelation these past few days.
