26
Nadine
Alice and I walked out of the gym and saw Victor at the door, accepting a rolled paper from a man I had never seen before.
I stopped and watched as Victor nodded to the man, then closed the door, his eyes on the rolled paper in his hands. Uninterested, Alice went to the kitchen.
I wiped the sweat from my face with my towel. “Who was that?”
He looked up from the paper. “I’m not entirely sure,” he said, his voice low, distant.
He unrolled the paper and read it. His forehead creased and his lips pressed into a thin line. Not good.
Finally, he rolled the paper and beckoned me to follow him. Wary, I went with him to his bedroom, where Ceris was seated in an armchair reading a book about the creed. She closed the book and raised her eyebrows at us. At the little table beside her
