ADRIKO
☦︎ One week after the explosion☦︎
The days that followed were a blur. With one day fading listlessly into the next.
Gio was gone—declared dead on arrival. Serafina hadn't spoken much since, not beyond whispered thanks or soft refusals.
Gio’s death had triggered a raging type of anger within me, knowing that Sera was the initial target had made me more paranoid. I’d been burying my rage beneath the weight of security briefings, investigations, and logistics.
It was a gray morning. Ironically it was the type that whispered of rain and also smelt like grief.
The cemetery was quiet, except for the wind, blowing through the branches overhead. I stood beside Serafina, her hand clutched tightly in mine, though she hadn't said a word since we stepped out of the car.
She wore bla
