Signed In Silence
The knock came again, sharper this time.
When I opened the door, the woman on the other side looked so much like Leander that I had forgotten how to speak.
Same eyes.
Same sharp cheekbones.
Only hers were alive with warmth.
"You must be Wren." She smiled. "I'm Sorren."
I stared at her.
"Leander's sister," she added, as if that needed clarification. "He doesn't talk about me, does he?"
"He's not a talker."
She laughed—a real laugh, easy and unguarded. "That sounds about right." She stepped past me into the penthouse without waiting for an invitation. "God, this place hasn't changed at all. Still looks like a hotel lobby."