Chapter 33: The Anniversary Run

The night before, Eli had barely slept, lying awake in the dark running the numbers over and over in his head the way Nora might have, if she'd had the true numbers to run — the real forecast, the real margin, the eight minutes that had once been forty. He told himself, in the small hours, that the difference between eight minutes and forty was still a difference, still a margin, still survivable...