It happened on a Tuesday, which was somehow the part that stuck with Harry longest afterward. Not a dark night, not a storm, not any of the dramatic weather his old life would have arranged around a moment like this. Just an ordinary Tuesday afternoon, sunlight flat and unremarkable across the parking lot outside the grocery store, Anna a few steps ahead of him with two bags in each hand, arguing with him about whether they actually needed more coffee or if he was just using it as an excuse to avoid going home and doing paperwork.Harry felt it before he understood what it was. A tightening low in his chest, sudden and specific, nothing like ordinary worry. It didn't come with images or explanations. It just arrived, whole and certain, the way a smell arrives before you consciously register what's cooking. Something was wrong. Not eventually wrong. Wrong right now, close by, aimed at Anna."Anna," he said, and something in his voice made her actually stop and turn, bags still in her h