my floor, the sound of my Brooklyn life falling apart. Three years after Gabrielle

st friend since colleg

ou know the guest r

a duffel bag with a few dry clothes and my sketchbook. An

the left. Make

into the dark. The bed was a vague shape in the gloom. I dropped my bag, stripped down to my boxers, and climb

n. Sunlight was streaming through a gap in the curtains, and I wasn't a

azine photos, but her eyes were the same-a deep, startling blue t

mile spread ac

s been three years. Is this your new move for

hot upright, yanking the covers with m

you doing here?" I

she replied, completely unfazed.

ked open. Andrew stood there, holding two

lle, then back to me. "Ethan, this is my cousi

confused frown on his face. "W

urned razor-sharp. "