"It's stupid. This is stupid, I shouldn't expect anything," Anaisa finished the meal with the group so as not to arouse undue suspicion, but as soon as she was done, she stood and wound her way up the stairs.
She paused, at the alcove, trying to talk herself out of getting her hopes up. 'You'll find a way to get a message to me somehow,' she'd told Trace. He'd nodded, but she'd thought nothing else of it until Vinny's discourse on leaving notes for a lover.
The hallway was dim, with no direct light in this spot. That was why she had originally pulled Trace into it to talk to him, where they would be out of sight.
"Where was it?" She mumbled to herself, running her fingers along the mortar between stones. Finally, they came to a small gap. Biting her lip in nervousness, Anaisa carefully pressed her fingertips into it.
And felt paper.
