POV: EmilyI did not move. The door was half open behind me, the warmth of the building at my back, the cold street air on my face, and I stood exactly where I was and looked at him across the width of the road.He was standing in the shadow between two streetlights. Dark coat, no umbrella, and the rain had started again without my noticing, the soft persistent kind that didn't announce itself. It was coming down on him and he wasn't moving. His hands were at his sides. His face was turned toward me.The same rain, I thought about it before I could stop myself. The same rain that had been falling the night I walked into his office with wet hair and shaking hands and sat across a desk from a stranger and signed my name.He looked different from this distance. Or maybe the distance was doing something to my perception. The controlled stillness I associated with him, that armoured, deliberate quality, was present but altered. He was still. But it wasn't the stillness of a man in command
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