SERAFINA
I heard his phone vibrate, I hadn’t gone far from the guest room myself.
I had no business with who it was because, whatever it was… whoever it was…
I didn’t give a hoot.
Or.. so I thought.
Dorian didn’t give a reaction.
He didn’t stammer or backpedal or offer me some cleaned-up version of how that name of his landed in my dang mother’s file.
The same mother whose death didn’t have any core explanation?
Now? I’m being left to comprehend that this stranger bound to me by a marriage contract has more knowledge than I do?
Fuck this.
I dropped the folder. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted to scream, slap him, ask why the f**k his name lived where my mother’s secrets died. But instead… I walked away. Because rage was too generous. And mercy? He hadn’t earned that either.
It was
