Chapter 37: Home Is a Complicated Word  

Felix POV:

Venice smelled like wet stone and diesel. I'd spent years trying to forget that smell, and it found me anyway.

The fishing boat cut through the lagoon in the dark before dawn, no running lights, engine barely louder than breathing. The boatman hadn't asked my name. Adam had paid him, and that was all either of us needed.

I sat on an upturned crate in the stern with my jacket zipped to my chin, my bad arm tucked against my ribs. The painkillers had worn off somewhere past Chioggia. Ev