She had already finished her dinner, and her dessert, and her nightly note-taking. She was waiting for Catt to arrive.

Catt had come to see her every night since the night she had climbed over the balcony. They had not spoken again of the idea of "saving" her, but Segna surmised that Catt was probably still thinking about it, and was just keeping her promise not to let it come between them.

An extra dessert pastry was cooling on a plate on the little table, jus...