The morning the alcohol finally loosened its grip on her skull, the first thing she noticed was the scent of expensive soap on hotel sheets that were far too white to belong to her life

Chapter 1: The Envelope on the Table

The morning the alcohol finally loosened its grip on Elena Marquez’s skull, the first thing she noticed was the scent of expensive soap on hotel sheets far too white to belong to her life.

There was no roommate snoring from the other side of their cramped apartment, no traffic hissing outside her cracked window, no continue reading …