Misery pursed her lips more tightly and looked away. “Breakfast happened.” She said tightly. She crossed her arms and turned her back, upset with herself for being so obvious. She was a better liar than this, had a better poker face. Just one more skill she’d have to re-learn, one more thing she’d lost along with her memory. She could remember being able to crook a finger and spin a story and get anyone to believe anything, but not anymore. Now she couldn’t even lie to someone who didn’t know her.

But now the cat was out of the bag. Better to come clean with Foxglove now than to have it clouding their relationship forever, however long “forever” might be. Exhaling slowly through her nose, Misery explained, “I came out here looking for a drink, since Istanbul’s police presence is a little high. Turns out, I wasn’t the only one on the prowl.” She gestured at the yellow car. “Creep. Thought I was easy prey. I went in for a drink and he dragged me into the back seat with him.” She paused a moment, then added, “He’s in the trunk, drained dry and covered in a gallon of bleach.”