“You didn’t need me to say anything until you were done,” he said simply.
Outside, the rain had softened to a fine mist that hung in the air like something undecided. They stood under the building’s overhang, and Alexander’s car was already at the curb—his driver had seen them come out through the lobby glass—and they walked to it together through the mist, and the door was held for Emily, and she got in, and her father got in beside her, and the car pulled into the traffic of the city and moved forward.