CIAN
The girl was still for a moment. Then she nodded, a small dip of her chin.
"Thank you," she said.
She swallowed. The movement of it was visible, the way her throat worked, and something shifted in her expression. The almost-smile faded. Something else took its place. Something careful. Something that had been sitting behind her teeth, waiting.
"Before," she said. "Before something attacked me for looking. Before everything went dark." She stopped and drew in a breath. "I did catch a glimpse."
I went still.
"Of who?"
"The person who tried to kill your wife."
My chest tightened. I didn't move. I couldn't breathe for a second. I just sat there, locked in, every bit of my attention narrowed down to this girl on this cot in this quiet room.
"Tell me," I said.
