Knox
By the fourth day, the lie has become difficult to maintain, even for me. On day four, I stop pretending that I'm sitting here outside Zara’s apartment building by accident.
The first afternoon, I convinced myself that I was simply driving past in Cain’s truck. The second, I told myself that I wanted to know whether Zara was staying at her little shithole apartment or hiding somewhere else. By the third, I stopped bothering with explanations altogether.
Now I just sit. Coffee growing cold in the cupholder. Engine off. Eyes fixed on the entrance to her building.
Waiting.
The realization that I’m actually staking out her place should probably concern me, but it doesn’t. What does concern me is that I haven't seen her. Not once in four days.
The lights haven't come on. The curtain
