MIRA

Three days later. The house is quieter now. Jackson and I haven’t spoken due to me still figuring out ways to apologize or better still reveal that the divorce papers were fake. I reach for my phone that keeps buzzing on the table.

“Hello.”

“Good evening Mrs Meliś. There have been sightings of a young lady with the name Faye trying to flee the city borders. We want you to come with Nora to identify if she’s the one.

Finally, some good news. “Okay officer. We’ll be ...