Wren's pov
The sheets still smelled like him when I woke. Cold space beside me where he had been, gone sometime before dawn, careful enough that I never felt him leave.
Maribel's knock came sharp against the door. "Wren. Up, dear. Today is the day."
"Coming."
She swept in anyway, gathering yesterday's dress off the chair without asking why it was on the floor. "You look different this morning."
"Tired."
"Mm." She did not push, though her eyes lingered a second too long before she turned to the wardrobe. "This one, I think. Simple, but it will do for standing in a corner all night."
"Thank you."
"Do not thank me. Thank whatever luck keeps you invisible in that house." Light, the way she always said the sharpest things. She paused at the door. "Whatever happens tonight, come find me
