There's a curtain over the window in the front door.

It's just one of the many changes that Anne has made after ... everything. A hand curls around the fabric and gently pulls it aside far enough for someone to peek out at the visitor.

The door cracks open and Anne stands half in the shadows. She's tired. . Work has become her obsession, her escape, and she's become ruthless in the courtroom and withdrawn outside of it.

"You've got some nerve, Eddie. Both of you." She sighs, the weight of the world in her breath. "What do you want?"