Chapter 72

• Arabella
• The house was quiet when I entered the living room. Golden light filtered through sheer drapes. It was late afternoon, and no one was home. I sighed in relief, thinking I was finally alone—until I spotted her.
• Marco’s grandmother sat in her usual place by the tall window, a heavy knit shawl around her shoulders, her silver hair pulled back in a tight twist. The scent of herbal tea filled the air. She was reading an old book.