Serafina
By the time I reached my room, my hands were still shaking.
I shut the door with my back and stood there, breathing hard like I’d run a marathon instead of just crossed the driveway. The mirror over my dresser caught my reflection—coat pulled too tight, throat flushed, eyes wide. I looked like I’d been caught in a storm. I felt like I’d been caught in him.
Amelia was waiting on my bed, exactly where I’d left her—cross-legged, hair in a messy knot, phone facedown beside her like she’d forced herself not to text a hundred times.
“Well?” she said softly. “Tell me.”
I peeled the coat off and draped it over the chair, careful, like if I moved too fast the room might tilt. “He made Matteo leave. I
locked the door. He was furious I was late. I pushed back.”
Amelia’s brows r
