CHAPTER 61: WHAT WE FIND IN THE DARKThe house was quiet when Maria returned from the hospital.Sophia was home. Safe. Discharged. Maria had stayed long enough to see her settled into her childhood bedroom, Stella fussing over pillows and blankets, the house feeling almost normal again. Almost.Now her own house felt too still.She kicked off her shoes at the door and set her bag on the entry table. The living room was tidy. The kitchen was clean. A note from May sat on the counter: At the restaurant. Back by eight. There's lasagna in the fridge. Love you.Maria smiled faintly. She wasn't hungry.She climbed the stairs, her feet heavy on the worn carpet. Her room was exactly as she'd left it — bed unmade, work clothes draped over the chair, her phone charger dangling off the nightstand. She plugged her phone in and sat down on the edge of the mattress.Her eyes drifted to the window. The sky was soft with early evening. She thought about Francis. About his voice on the phone last nigh
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