NATALIA
I couldn’t stop scanning the place, picking out the smallest details that must have changed. I saw the same vase I once knocked down by accident, and Tristan practically dived on the floor to save it and placed it perfectly in the middle. The photo frames on top of the mini cabinet are angled the same way.
She hadn’t changed a thing. I don’t know if that made it better or worse.
We made our way to the living room. Tristan and I sat together on the couch, close but not touching.
Lorelei sat across from us on the single-seater, perched on the edge of the cushion like she might bolt at any moment. Maybe she would. I could sense her fear and emotions all over the place.
Her hands twisted nervously in her lap. She’s clearly distressed.
Tristan told me that he didn’t come here a
