Chapter 92

• Chapter Ninety Two
• The courtyard was drenched in late afternoon sun, warm and golden, but Selena sat in the shadow of the fig tree, twisting the ragged doll in her lap. Her hands wouldn’t stay still. Her chest wouldn’t stop tightening.
• It had been weeks since the fever. Weeks since Martin saved her life. But she couldn’t shake the sound of his voice calling her name. The way he looked at her in the kitchen that night. The way his hands had steadied her wrists, her back, her breath.