Selene~
I sat on the edge of the bed in a hotel I had arrived moments later, staring at my phone. The ten million dollars still stared back at me, bold black numbers that felt obscene. I’d left the mansion, left my daughter, left Dominic… but I couldn’t seem to leave this feeling behind.
Was it guilt? Grief? Or just the cruel ache of separation?
I didn’t know anymore.
I wiped at my face quickly. I hadn’t even realized I was crying.
I looked around the room, all beige walls and sterile furniture. Clean. Empty. Impersonal.
Which was perfect.
I didn’t want anything reminding me of what I’d just walked away from.
Not the way Dominic’s voice had cracked when he asked if I was sure.
Not the feel of Ariana’s soft curls beneath my chin when I held her for the last time this morning.
And
