The Woman in My Dress
I’ve known since March.
“And on the fourteenth of April you knocked on my door with blood on your clothes and no shoes on and told a guard at the gate that your name was Maya Sterling, and I opened that door and I recognized you inside four seconds.”
Maya stood up.
The stool went back.
“You hired me.”
“I did.”
“You put me in a room in your house and you never said a word—”
“For six weeks.