Chapter 137

The light creeping through the curtains was soft and golden when I woke. That in-between hour where the city hadn’t quite shaken the sleep off yet. For a second, I thought Sloane was still asleep beside me. Then I noticed the empty space, the rustle of paper, and her silhouette sitting cross-legged at the end of the bed. She had the stack of documents spread out across her lap, the morning light c