She nodded.

“You’re right.”

We sat without speaking for a while.

Through the window I could see lighted apartments, a teenager washing dishes, a man helping a toddler into pajamas.

I wondered how many people were afraid in their own homes while the windows made everything look peaceful from the outside.

Near midnight, Sarah texted to say she had safely saved the screenshots and would not discuss the case at work.

I thanked her and turned my phone face down.