C42 NOW, I TEACH THEM HOW THE GAME IS BEING PLAYED
Elena had just stepped into the house, her heels clicking softly against the tiled floor as she and Mose walked in. The evening air still clung to her clothes, scented with hints of car exhaust, food stalls, and the faint perfume from the boutique.
She dropped her small purse on the console table and sank onto the couch with a sigh, stretching her legs.
“I’ll get something to drink,” Mose said
