By the time Alyssa stepped out of the taxi, the sky had already opened, pouring down in heavy, relentless sheets. Her umbrella was useless against the wind that slapped the rain sideways, soaking the edges of her coat and the hem of her dress. The city lights blurred behind a curtain of water, turning the world into streaks of gold and grey.

She stood in front of her apartment building for a moment, staring blankly at the glass door. Her fingers tightened around the strap of her bag. She could still hear Rafael’s voice in her head — calm, persuasive, venom wrapped in silk.

We can start over, Alyssa. You,...