Boston — October 12th, 5:52 a.m. Boston was still asleep, but Claudia was already dressed. She moved through her apartment in the half-light, a ghost among her own things—coffee mug in hand, hair unbrushed, her sweater on inside out. She hadn’t slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Elise’s studio—though she had no idea what it looked like anymore—and Elise’s body inside it. That part her brain