I woke up the next morning to the drawing still on the fridge and Ethan already at the
table with his engineering notebook, which meant he had been up for at least twenty
minutes, which meant he had something he was working through and had not wanted to
wait for it.
“Morning,” I said.
“The bridge needs a fifth figure,” he said, without looking up.
I stopped in the middle of reaching for the coffee. “What?”
“Elena.” He was drawing something in the margin of his notebook, precise small lines.
“She should be on it. Noah said she got forgotten for a long time and things that get
forgotten deserve someone to remember them.” He looked up briefly. “I’m going to add
her tonight. Smaller than the others because she’s not here. But she should be there.”
I stood in the kitchen and looked a
