She slipped into the tunnel as the first car rolled up the gravel path. Antonio sat down at the piano and began to play—loud, joyful, defiant—drowning out every footstep.
“The groves have tunnels,” he said. “Old Moorish irrigation channels. They lead to the next valley, where my cousin has a boat. It’s slow, and it smells like wet earth, but it’s safe.” lil rae black antonio mallorca
Rae’s throat tightened. “You don’t know me.” She slipped into the tunnel as the first
“Thank you, Antonio.”