Mara's Pov

The first thing I felt when I opened my eyes was the silence. I was lying on a bed that smelled faintly of cedar and expensive detergent—David’s scent.

Memory rushed back in a violent wave. The restaurant. My father’s voice. The shadow in the street. The fall.

I sat up too fast, and the room spun. My hand flew to my forehead, brushing against a small adhesive plaster. David had cleaned me up. The thought made my stomach roll with nausea.

I stood up, my legs feeling like weak, and stumbled toward the front door. I grabbed the handle and twisted. It didn't budge. I pulled harder, a...