She stands at the bedroom window, her robe clutched tight at her throat, watching dawn rise over the trees and the river, and the towering shadow-shapes of the buildings beyond. The street below is empty, all the cars parked, nothing moving. It looks like an abandoned city. It’s been twenty-nine days, and still, each morning the sight of her neighborhood from this height is a shock.

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