"I didn't miss it."
Marcus stepped half a pace toward her and stopped, as if the space between them had become a border he was no longer authorized to cross. His voice dropped, urgent, already defeated by its own timing.
"Not on the platform."
Claire's fingers loosened on the lapels. The coat looked suddenly enormous on her, or perhaps it had always been the wrong size for anyone who was not him. She spoke the next sentence into the hush that had gathered around the three of them like weather.
"I can give it back."
Elena looked at the coat. She looked at the woman wearing it. She looked at the man who had texted Love you from a place that already contained this.