fourMorning came suddenly, with birdsong just outside the window and the smell of baking wafting up from the first floor. Kim rolled over and nearly off the bed, but she managed to catch herself at the last second. She extricated herself from the tangle of blankets, threw on jeans and the same reasonably unwrinkled shirt from the day before, and headed for the door. Somehow, it was locked from the inside, the key placed prominently on the table beside the bed, where she couldn't possibly miss it. Of course, she had recently discovered that Daniel had a knack for squeezing through small spaces, spaces much tighter than the gap between the door and its frame. His attention to detail was admirable, if bordering on obsessive.
She stepped out into the hall, locking the door behind her, and stu
