We’re going to speak at the station.”

Sabina Vance’s legs went.

She did not collapse dramatically; she simply sat down on the arm of the sofa, very suddenly, and put her hand on the upholstery to keep herself upright.

“Chadworth,” she said.

He was looking out the window at the plane trees.

“Chadworth, look at me.

Look at me.

I love you.