“Claudia…she isn’t your real mother, is she?” Ariana asked, her expression laced with curiosity.
As she expected, that got his attention. She noticed his jaw twitch slightly as he turned to her. Then, without a word, he looked away, ignoring her again.
After her failed attempt, the ride home went back to its usual silence. Almost too quiet for her.
Ariana sat with her hands folded on her lap, staring out the tinted window as the city lights blurred into the gold sun. Vincent hadn’t said a single word since she asked that question in the car, and although he looked calm, there was something in the way his fingers tapped lightly on his knee that told her he was anything but.
Even though he tried to mask it, she could tell that he was angry. Not visibly or in the way most people would be,
