Chapter 7— Everything Left Behind
Elena hadn't thought about her apartment once since the night at the library. It felt like a different lifetime, a different person's life, one where she watered a single plant on the windowsill and left library books stacked on the coffee table and fell asleep most nights to whatever documentary happened to be playing on low volume.
Now that life had become a trap someone else was watching, waiting for her to walk back into it.
"I need my things," she said. "My identification, my grandmother's ring, there are things in that apartment that matter to me."
"It's not safe," Damian said.
"You just told me they're watching it, not that they've broken in. If we're careful—"
"There is no 'we' walking into a location under surveillance by men who want you de
