Official Report

British Intelligence

Code: 3986

Kathleen Winfred

As I lay in bed that night, I looked at the ceiling. I thought about Freidrich. When we held one another’s gaze just a bit earlier, I had become suddenly sure of something that I had already felt, I suppose, but had pressed down and not acknowledged.

In fact, Matthew knew it before it did.

Freidrich liked me.

And I liked Freidrich.