Fiona:
"Fiona, darling, you must be exhausted." Carmela's voice floated from the kitchen as I stepped through the back door, where I had left Rafael, her forced warmth hitting me like a slap I didn't want to acknowledge.
The smell of roasted chicken and garlic filled the air, rich and calculated in a way that made my chest tighten. She had cooked. She had prepared what she probably thought was some peace offering like we were family instead of strangers living in the same house.
"I made dinner. Roasted chicken with herbs." Carmela appeared in the doorway, wiping her hands on a dish towel, her face arranged in that careful expression of hope she always wore around me. "I thought you might be hungry after such a difficult day."
Difficult day. As if she had any idea what my day had act
