A Fool to Trust

RONIN

After Monica left, I did not sleep for a long time.

I lay in the dark of the penthouse with the city glittering beyond the glass like a field of fallen stars, turning her story over in my mind the way a gambler turns over a marked card. She was good, I would give her that. The tears, the trembling voice, the way she pressed her palms together like a supplicant at an altar, it was a perf