Chapter 9

Chapter 9 

Zara 

For a split second, I consider letting it go to voicemail. I think about letting the quiet stretch just a little longer before I step fully into whatever comes next. 

But I decide to answer. 

“Hello?” 

“Hi, is this Zara?” A woman’s voice comes through the speaker, bright and achingly young. This is Claire from the property agency… you inquired about a studio yesterday. The one on Market Street?” 

For a second, I can’t speak.