A winter wonderland pressed against the windows. This new bed was just soft enough, and she didn’t have to keep an ear peeled for strangers in the squat’s cold brooding pile. There were no sirens, no traffic, just a sough of ice-laden wind while she was warm and snug. Zoe wasn’t even hungry; Amelia had insisted on making plate after plate of crêpes. It had been a long time since fresh fruit was an option, and even more since she’d had a full stomach.
Yet Zo couldn’t relax, even though she was so fatigued her right eyelid was twitching. It was, she decided, too quiet.
tooThe sleek silver phone was absolutely brand-new, the first one she’d ever had—Royal’s burners for his girls didn’t count. Jack walked her through changing the passcode and thumb-lock, even. They didn’t say anything about
