(Amelia)
The photo came in while I was on shift, one line of text under it, no other message.
*Thought you should see how he sleeps.*
I stood in the corridor with my phone in my hand and looked at it for a long time before it made sense to me. Nathaniel, asleep. Shirtless, one arm thrown over his face the way he slept, the sheets low across his waist. I knew that pose. I'd watched him sleep in it not two weeks ago, his arm heavy across me, his face gone young without its control.
But I hadn't taken this. And I wasn't in it.
The angle was wrong for me. Close, intimate, taken from beside him, from the pillow next to his. From where a person would be if she'd just been lying there. From where I had been, once, and where I clearly wasn't now.
It was from Emilia's number.
I read the line
