The staff at the front desk was pretending not to look, but Alecia could feel their eyes on her every time she stepped off the elevator. No one said her name, but they didn’t have to. Every face in that damn lobby knew exactly who she was, and they were all wondering the same thing—how long until the screaming starts again?

She wore oversized sunglasses that didn’t match her clothes and kept her hoodie pulled up even indoors. The concierge smiled too politely. One of the bellboys ...