“I wonder what time it is, nauri,” I whispered. “You don’t need to keep calling me that,” he replied just as quietly. I closed my eyes again. Outside, a woman yawned as her footsteps crunched across the yard. Further off, a dog barked. I would address him properly in the morning. But just for now in these in-between hours, just for now before the sun rose and everything returned to its rightful place, I whispered, “All right … Eojin.”
