Chapter 77

The rain has softened into a steady whisper over the roof by early morning. Sloane is awake before I am. When I find her, she’s at the kitchen table with her laptop open and a mess of cables spread out like a crime scene. She’s barefoot, wearing one of my black shirts, sleeves rolled past her elbows, her hair still damp from the shower she clearly wasn’t supposed to take yet.

She doesn’t look up w