They were gone for a while. Doris watched the sun come up but didn’t see it fully raise before she fell asleep on Enzo’s couch. As a maid, she would have normally been appalled at herself for potentially staining the couch with the amount of blood on her clothes. Now, she felt numb to it all. To any sort of thought that required her to listen to someone or take orders. How would she ever be that way again?

When she opened her eyes, it must have been hours later. The sun was low again and the fire had dimmed to a slow burn. Enzo sat in a chair across...