Night had settled deep over the city.

Moly was asleep.

Scarlett showered, wrapped herself in a bathrobe, and stepped out onto the terace. She stood there for a long time, eyes lifted toward the bright moon hanging at the edge of the sky, her thoughts drifting somewhere far away.

Finally, she looked down and opened WhatsApp. She scrolled until she found the thread labeled Jeremy.

Their last exchange had been almost two weeks ago — about ...