CHAPTER TWENTY
The coastal town had no name that anyone seemed to agree on..That was the first thing I noticed about it…the way the road signs argued with each other, one pointing left and calling it Sant'Angelo, another pointing straight ahead and calling it something else entirely, like the town itself had never quite decided what it wanted to be called and had simply stopped trying.
I liked it immediately.
We arrived just after midnight.
I had fallen asleep against the car window somewhere outside Rome…the particular sleep of someone whose body had simply decided it was done regardless of what the rest of them thought…and woken up to salt air and the sound of water and a darkness that was different from city darkness. Softer. More complete.
Daniel was already outside when I opened
