“The screen was just the tool that made sure you could never rewrite the story again.” He offered a broken smile.

“You’ve turned to ice.” “I’m exactly what you built,” I said, and he had no answer, and he walked out through the revolving doors without another word.

Chapter 14 — Adelina’s Errand

That afternoon the second wave arrived: Adelina, at the hotel, stripped of her commanding air, small, carrying a box of the macarons I used to buy for her birthday.

She sank onto the sofa across from me, sighed theatrically, and dabbed at dry eyes.

“Roslyn, darling.