Kathrine spent a little more time with Mariam, offering what little comfort she could. She had come intending to ease the woman into the harsh truth about Kira's death, but instead she found herself facing someone far stronger, far more composed, than she ever expected.
"I will take my leave now," Kathrine said softly as she rose from the couch. She never once mentioned the real reason she had come to Crossroad Street, and Mariam never asked. The silence between them had been enough.
Mariam simply nodded and watched her walk toward the door, her expression unreadable.
Once outside, Kathrine released a long breath, as if trying to shake off the lingering heaviness of the visit. She straightened, preparing to return to her car, when her steps abruptly halted.
Someone was staring at her.
