"Don't let him make it small," Claire said. "I wasn't cold by accident. He asked me to come to the station. He said he needed to talk before you got in. He said there was a chance you'd miss the train because of the Cleveland delay. He said if you missed it, we'd have more time. When the train arrived on schedule, he looked at me like I was a fire he had set in his own house."
Marcus closed his eyes. "Claire."
"He has been seeing me," Claire continued, and the present perfect tense landed in the brick loft like a dropped plate. "Not every week. Not always. But enough that I know how he takes his coffee and enough that he knows I still sleep badly after my mother and enough that the coat smelled like him before I put it on tonight because it has been in my apartment twice this month."
Elena's hand found the back of the entry chair. The wood was smooth. She had sanded a splinter from it in August.
"Seeing you," Elena repeated.
"Yes," Claire said.