a performance.
At 8:15 a.m., she and Sergio drove to Astoria.
The apartment was silent when they arrived.
Too silent.
Valeria unlocked the door with shaking hands. Inside, the birthday cake still sat on the kitchen counter, untouched in its white bakery box. The living room carried a faint mix of Diego’s cologne and stale beer. His shoes were gone.
“He’s continue reading …
