Zara stepped back into the house, her eyes blazing with a fire that refused to be dimmed. Anything that concerned Lilly now had the power to shift her entire mood, ignite her courage, or fuel her fury.
“Why are you back here? Stupid woman!” a voice barked, sharp and venomous, cutting through the air like a whip.
Zara’s jaw tightened, her pulse quickening, but she held her ground. Each step she took was measured, deliberate driven by the single thought that nothing, not fear, not scorn, could keep her from finding Lilly.
Zara held the doll up, her hands trembling but determined. “I bought this for her… Lilly. And why is it here?”
Dante’s expression remained unreadable, cold as stone. “Oh… so you think we only made one?” His tone dripped with mockery.
Zara’s heart raced. “Then… then she
