The Reason You Had Time

The figure came inside.

They sat at the end of the table — the position Boris had occupied at dinner, the end farthest from the door. Not cornered. Simply placed in a way that gave everyone else the exits.

Old habit.

Lenora noticed it and said nothing.

Maeve had returned from the rear of the farm. She stood near the kitchen with the expression of someone who had assessed the threat level and revis