Chapter 194 The Interview

• POV: Riley
• I stand at the kitchen counter and pour hot water over a tea bag. The steam rises into my face, warm and wet, but I do not really feel it. I carry the mug to the table, sit down in the chair, and wrap my hands around the ceramic. I do not drink. I just stare at the tiny bubbles floating on the surface of the dark liquid.
• The clock on the microwave clicks from 2:14 to 2:15. It is a Wednesday afternoon.