Chapter 4

The evening breeze swept through the old plane tree branches at the entrance of the alley, casting flickering shadows on the wall.

Down below, the makeshift pile of delivery tarps was smashed into a heavy dent. Emily lay curled up on the rough canvas, the dull pain from her broken ribs spreading through her nerves and into her whole body.

In the last moment before her consciousness slipped away, she could still catch the faint milky scent that always clung to Oliver.

She thought that maybe this was for the best. There would be no more bone pain, no more…