I told her about Celeste's return, about how I'd somehow remained the villain in their story even after the divorce.
I didn't dare look at her when I finished.
I didn't know Maya all that well, but she struck me as a disciplined person. Someone upright who valued honesty and hated weakness. I expected her to flinch, to withdraw, to look at me with the same disdain I'd received my whole life.
But she didn't.
She just let out a soft sigh and said, "You've been through hell."
I blinked, my gaze darting to her.
"Of course you've made mistakes, Sera. Who hasn't?" she continued. "But being wolfless—that wasn't your fault. And that one night? Last I checked, it takes at least two people to have s*x, and unless you're Mary, you didn't make Daniel all by yourself."
I huffed a weak laugh at t
