Alice let the curtain fall back and turned to Xavi. He was still asleep on his back, propped up by a pillow, hands palm up on the sheets. She didn’t want to wake him—he needed rest—so she sat back in her chair and laced her boots. The final shreds of sleep faded as she grabbed her jacket and crossed to the door. She stopped and looked back, uncertain, then walked over to sit next to him.