Chapter 3Rafael didn’t turn on any lamps. He finished translating the blog post he’d been working on, sent it back to his employer, and sent an email to his landlord, giving notice. How he’d get his things out of the apartment, he didn’t know, but he’d solve it later. Now, he needed to get away.
Blake had known where he was for over a week. It was likely he was watching the building.
Rafael didn’t know how he’d be able to leave, but he had to. He didn’t know where he would go, but he had to get away.
After throwing most of his clothes in a backpack together with his laptop, wallet, phone, and charger, he neared the door. The building was mostly quiet, the traffic had died down on the road outside, and the snow gave the world an innocent look—deceitful.
He pulled the hood of his black h
