Chapter 87
- ELEANOR
- The drip from the pipe was the only thing that moved down here like a clock that only counted misery. I sat, curled against the wall with Luca’s blanket pulled tight around my shoulders, but it didn’t stop the cold from crawling into my bones.
- I whispered into the dark, “I’m sorry, Matteo. I’m so sorry,” until my voice gave out and I managed to sleep off from the tears.