But no.
She was looking at the empty street, at the rain, at the neighbourhood that had once been a future asset in her mind and was now only a collection of houses where people would soon know they had been locked out of mine.
Daniel walked to the front window.
He held his phone to his ear.
Mine lit up on the passenger seat.
Daniel.
I watched the name pulse across the screen.
Once.
Twice.
Again.
