(Cole)
We landed in Atlanta on a Sunday afternoon.
The city looked exactly the way we'd left it. Somehow, it didn't feel like we were coming back as the same people.
Lena was awake for the landing this time.
She looked out the window as we came in and I watched her face settle into the expression of someone returning to something familiar and finding it still fit.
I took her hand.
She didn't look away from the window but her fingers closed around mine.
Ryan had sent three messages while we were in the air.
I read them in the car on the way home while Lena sat beside me with her head back and her eyes closed, not sleeping, just resting in the way she had been doing more often lately.
The first message was a summary of what had happened at the office while I was gone. Clean and effi
