After an evening built on assumptions, accuracy felt like a small form of kindness.

Diane sent a photograph of the peace lily beside the hotel window.

The curtains were open, though there was little daylight left.

One white flower leaned toward the glass.

Claire put the phone face down beside her notebook.

She could care where Diane slept without reopening the move.

She could leave the marriage undecided without agreeing that nothing serious had happened.

She could finish work while other questions waited for the people responsible for them.