She was at the east window because she had been at east windows her whole life and she had finally stopped trying to understand why.
It was not a conscious thing. It was the way some people always sat with their back to the wall, or always checked the door when they walked into a room. She just found east windows. She always had. The way the afternoon came through from that angle, the warmth of it, the particular quality of late light that felt like it was saying something winding down rather than ending. She had grown up in a house with a good east window and some part of her had been looking for it ever since.
She found it here.
