RIGHT there on the bed, laid out neatly as though someone had placed them on display, were her gadgets.

Her phone.

Her laptop.

Her headphone.

Her airpods.

Her power bank.

Name it, everything she once owned, everything Dimitra had taken from her weeks ago, was sitting right there, untouched, waiting.

Xaniyah’s breath caught in her throat. She froze in the doorway, basket of emotions tumbling inside her.

“What!” the word slipped out like a gasp. Were her eyes deceiving ...