In this house, belonging to Alexander and Elizabeth, only the two of them were present, along with the documents and the morning light streaming through the windows of Elizabeth's sitting room. This light was different from the windows and light she had woken up to for the past three days.
Rex reached across the table to indicate something on the document, and this time he kept his hand there instead of moving it back immediately, while Elizabeth continued to avoid looking at the document.
She looked at his hand.
"We're not going to get much more work done today," she said.
"No," Rex said.
"I knew that when I suggested coming here," she said.
"I know," Rex said.
She looked up at him.
"I wanted to be somewhere that was mine," she said. "Where I could make whatever choices I was going to make in my own space."
Rex watched her.
"That probably sounds strange," she said.
"No," he said.
