Chapter 30: What the Drawer Held

Aria woke alone, in her own bed, with sunlight across her face and the faint memory of a door closing very softly at dawn. Luca had not stayed. He had kissed her forehead sometime before the light, said something she had not caught, and gone, and she had let him, smiling into the pillow like a girl. That, too, was a thing she would remember. She lay for a long while looking at the ceiling, catalo...