He saved the image as , ejected the card, and taped it back under the bench before dawn.
Leo sat in the dark. He thought about the woman, the child’s drawing, the white-knuckled hands. A story of leaving—or being left.
– Interiors of a hotel room. Bed unmade. A glass of water on the nightstand. Shadows shifting. 40 jpg
– A train platform. Dawn. A woman in a red coat, seen from behind.
He grabbed his phone, stood by the window, and aimed at the rainy Prague street. He saved the image as , ejected the
Then – The woman in the red coat again. This time, she’s looking directly into the lens. Her eyes are red-rimmed. She’s not angry. She’s tired.
Click.
Leo paused. One frame left.