Chapter Fifteen – The Morning After the Storm

Part One – Charisse

The rain has stopped, but it left its echo everywhere.

Charisse wakes to that sound of  the water dripping from the eaves outside, the low hum of the city coming back to life.

She’s not in her apartment. She’s not even sure how she got here.

The motel is small, the kind that still uses brass keys and smells faintly of bleach and coffee. Her clothes are folded neatly on the chair by the bed, damp from last night, her ...