Chapter 37 —He's Not Here

Narrator:

The nights were longer without him. Aylin hadn't seen him since that time. She wasn't looking for him, nor was she avoiding him. Or maybe she was.

The mansion was big enough that they didn't run into each other. And he, apparently, wasn't trying to meet up with her either.

But some nights, when she lay in bed, her chest tight and her mind racing, she would look out the window.

And there he was. The orange glow of a cigarette lighting up in the darkness. In his