Vincent looked through the front window.

Sophie was taping his daisies drawing to the refrigerator.

“I won’t promise her anything I can’t keep,” he said.

It was the first honest promise he had made in a long time.

PART 5

At headquarters the next morning, the walls of Vincent’s office seemed less impressive.

The harbor stretched beneath the windows, cranes moving like careful mechanical birds.

Every building carried a name and a ledger.