CHRISTOF
I went back inside and closed the door, the quiet returning all at once. Whatever tonight was, it was no longer my problem. I’d delivered on my end.
Pepa. She still wasn’t home. I checked my phone, even though I knew nothing would be there. No text, as expected. She didn’t disappear often, and when she did, it usually meant she wanted to be left alone until she returned. That bothered me more than if she’d been dramatic about it.
Was she really that upset?
The thought pissed me off, and then, uninvited and unwelcome, another one slipped in right after it.
Had Tanisha always looked like that?
I stopped walking.
“No,” I said aloud, to the empty room. “Absolutely not.”
I rubbed a hand over my face, cursing at myself. This was ridiculous. One mediocre makeover, and suddenly my
