Last night is hazy. The only sharp memories I have are the tangy taste of my first sip of wine and the harsh slant of Stella’s eyebrows. Based on that expression—and the way she just slammed the door on me—I’d hazard a guess that she’s mad at me. If only I could remember why.
As a reader, I love knowing something the main character doesn't. The tension of waiting for them to discover the truth is exquisite. I had so much fun with these scenes in which the reader finally knows about the bunker, but Wren doesn't remember.
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