Chapter 90

• Alessia
• I don’t know how long I’ve been driving. The world outside the windshield is smeared in streaks of gray rain, turning the streets into little rivers, the lights into ghostly halos. My hands grip the steering wheel like it’s the only anchor left between me and the truth I’ve been freefalling through for weeks.
• Adriana’s words echo in my mind: “The warehouse was never truly abandoned. Go to the back wall. You will see a message.”