Anneli smiled, a soft, knowing curve. “I’m thinking about him.”
Him. Marco. He was the third element in their alchemy, the unexpected catalyst. He’d been their neighbor for only three days, a sculptor working in clay and shadow, but he had already slipped into the negative space between them and made it feel whole.
“Don’t close your eyes,” Anneli whispered to Leila. “I want you to see us.”
“Did you get the shot?” he asked Leila.