CHAPTER 13 —

She wrapped the scarf twice around her throat and felt the fabric lay like a small, secret promise against her skin. The silk was the one from the storage unit — the faint K embroidered at the hem had been enough to make the pattern of the night clear. Nicole folded the scarf into her palm and thought of how many small things were fragile enough to carry a story.

Camille hovered in the doorway of the guest room, a soft halo of lamplight behind her. “Please,” she said, ...