Dominic
"You're sure you don't recognize her?"
Nico's voice was low, sharp around the edges, the way it got when something didn't fit into his carefully ordered world. We stood shoulder to shoulder in the bathroom under the pretense of cleaning up, but neither of us was fooled by the excuse. He stared at our reflections in the mirror like it might give him answers.
I dragged a hand down my face and exhaled slowly. Tension lining every inch of me.
"I don't know," I said honestly. The admission tasted sour. "Maybe. It's hard to tell. Not in a way that makes any sense."
It all unsettled me more than outright recognition. That was the worst part. If she had been familiar in a clean, obvious way, I would have already had her cataloged in my head — an old lover, a woman from another city,
