My question hung in the air of our fifth-floor loft. Janey had been looking out the large, rain-dropped window for several minutes now. She turned toward me. "Remember I thought the couple across the street were away on vacation, and then I noticed he was around without her?"
"Well, she's back."
"She's got bandages on both wrists."
I crossed the living room and joined Janey at the window. The rain was picking up, but I could see the woman across the way sitting in her window hugging her knees.
Janey squeezed my hand.