The satellite didn't blink. It hung in the blackness above the estate, a stationary star that shouldn't exist.
Lena stood at the kitchen window, the cold glass pressing against her forehead. Her breath fogged the pane, obscuring the view, but she didn't wipe it away. She liked the blur. It made the light above look less like a watcher and more like a mistake.
Behind her, the coffee machine gurgled. The sound was too loud in the silent house.
"Ezra," she said. She didn't turn around.
"He's in the garage," Ezra's voice came from the doorway. He was holding two mugs. Steam curled off the surface of the liquid. "Checking the rover's dampeners."
Lena turned. The kitchen light caught the shadows under Ezra's eyes. He hadn't slept. She hadn't either. The satellite had appeared at 0200 hours.
