Rhea noticed on a Tuesday.
They were doing the second week of Caelum's sessions not in the back field anymore but near the old stone wall at the property's east boundary, which had better natural wind cover and was less visible from the road.
Caelum had progressed from finding the moment before to learning what he could do inside it. What he could do was, so far, a very specific kind of nothing a practiced pause that was not passive, more like holding a door that wanted to open and feeling the weight of it without letting it move.
Rhea had been watching him work on this for six days and she understood what she was looking at. She had done the same work herself at nine years old, alone, because there had been no one to sit across from her in a field and tell her there was a moment before the moment.
