Chapter 15 Confession In C Minor
- MARISOL
- At the guesthouse, I woke with a dull throb at the base of my skull. The night before clung to me, thick and heavy, like it hadn’t quite let go.
- Sunlight spilled through the windows. Too bright. Too sharp. I blinked, slow to catch up with the day. Squinted until the room stopped spinning and settled into focus.