The first thing Liam did in his new apartment was set up his armchair by the window. The second thing was to notice the window directly across the street. And the third was to see Elara, unpacking a box, her hair catching the afternoon sun in a way he knew by heart.He jerked back as if burned, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. It couldn’t be. It was a cruel, cosmic joke.Across the twenty-yard chasm of city street, Elara froze, a familiar book in her hand. She’d chosen the apartment for the light. She hadn’t known it came