RAVENNA POV

The room they'd given me felt smaller than my own, though I knew that wasn't entirely true.

It was simply the weight of everything sitting inside it with me - the guilt, the fear, the strange gratitude I hadn't expected to feel toward people I'd spent weeks quietly working against. I sat by the window most mornings now, watching the garden below, the same bench where I'd planted that first small lie about a photograph that meant absolutely nothing in the end.

Three days had passed since Antonio brought me in.

Three days of being watched carefully but kindly, fed properly, treated with a gentleness I knew I...