SERA
I sat cross-legged on the couch, the half-melted tub of vanilla and caramel swirl ice cream nestled in my lap.
The room was a mess. Dishes in the sink, laundry in a heap by the hallway, and my sketchpads scattered on the floor like forgotten promises.
I hadn’t been to work in days. Couldn’t even imagine showing my face there. Not with the headlines still making rounds.
SERA MCFADDEN AND JARED REEVES ESTRANGED. WHO IS THE FRAUD?
Classy.
I dipped the spoon into the tub again and took another bite. Cold. Sweet. Numbing. Just what I needed.
When the knock came, I didn’t move at first. Part of me hoped they… whoever they were would just go away. But then it came again, soft, and patient.
I sighed, pulled the blanket off my legs, and dragged myself to the door.
I opened it and bli
