Unaccounted For

Dante closed the hotel room door.

Isolde stood in the center of the room — coat still over her arm, bag still on her shoulder, watching him with the particular stillness of someone who had already decided not to move until they had what they came for.

Dante crossed to the window.

He stood with his back to her for a moment — not avoidance, she knew that. Just the way he organized things before he s