"The bag he took." She shifted slightly in the bed, something changing in her posture, a fraction of purpose entering it, the first purposeful movement she had made since he had walked into the room.
"It's my travelling bag. A leather one, I've had it for years." She paused.
"I installed a tracker in the tag. A small one. I always do it when I travel so I can find my luggage if the airline loses it."
She looked at Max directly now, and in her eyes, underneath all the exhaustion and the pain and the rawness of everything the morning had already asked of her, something had appeared that had not been there before.
Something that looked almost like a fight. "You can use it," she said. "To find him. The app tracks it in real time."
The air in the room changed. It was invisible, no sound, no movement, but Max felt it the way you feel a current shift in water. Something that had been still was suddenly, completely alive.
