He wandered to the hall closet, noting the places she’d been. Here. Here. There. His mind retraced the shape of her touch, replicating its patterns and shapes; linking observations together. The speed of her hesitation. The force of her breath. He turned her over in his head, facts and details and observations, wrapping his mind around her the way his fingers had done. Then he turned the vacuum on, permitting the sound to drown him out.
