Epilogue
Several years later
Drago
I cross my arms over my chest and regard the line of women standing in front of me, their backs to the garage wall.
“I thought we had an agreement, but it seems I was wrong,” I say. “So, who was it this time?”
No one speaks. Their hands are clasped in front of them, all four looking guilty as hell. I take a step forward, coming to stand in front of my wife. She's wearing a blue silk jumpsuit, with silver hearts merrily spanning the material, and sky-high heeled sandals that match the glittery shapes.
“Sienna? Was it you?”
“Of course not, baby.” She gives me one of her bright grins. “You know I would never.”
Giving a nod, I move to stand in front of my eldest daughter. She’s dressed in a matching jumpsuit to her mother’s, but hers is green.
