Marji

“My screams, Sir.”

Mr. Santana extends his hand, gesturing for me to rise. “Come with me, Moira.”

Come with him.

Where?

I don’t ask. I take him in. His suit tonight is gray and his tie matches the color of the mask he sent for me. He’s a tall man, as tall as I’d remembered. Though I can’t see the entirety of his face, I see his strong chiseled chin, high cheekbones, and firm lips.

I lift my hand to his and ...