Chapter 65

• ARIA
• One of the room doors opened. I expected Mireya to appear, already talking, already moving. Instead, a man stood in the doorway. He didn’t rush in. He stayed there, leaning against the frame, blocking part of the light. His eyes moved over me slowly, careful and measuring, like he was deciding what I was.
• Behind him, I could see a bed. The sheets were twisted and uneven, pillows shoved aside. Someone had slept there recently.