Chapter 21

Mia and Stefan sat in the back seat, the silence between them filled only by the hum of the car. Elena, ever the observer, sat in the front, eyes half on the road and half on the two in the rearview mirror. Mose, who was driving,said nothing, he knew how to blend into silence.

Mia kept her gaze outside the window, her fingers lightly tapping against her palm in a rhythm that betrayed her calm exterior, Stefan noticed. She was always composed, but he’d begun to recognize the ...