Chapter 136

Sloane had barely managed to stay awake long enough to finish telling me everything before exhaustion claimed her. She’s curled up in bed now, my shirt swallowing her frame, hair still damp from the bath, breathing slow and even. But my head’s still spinning. When she walked me through the day, it damn near broke me. The way Elena grabbed that boy. The way Mateo looked—small, underfed, scared to e