“You know, I never had anything to do with your father’s death.”
Serafina turned towards Dragomir, surprised that he would use the first few minutes of their safe alone time to broach a painful subject.
“I know that now,” she said softly.
“You were afraid of me,” Dragomir said. It was not a question.
“I was – but I was angrier.”
“Yes, that sounds like you. You were always brave. Walking around Peter’s Walk as if you owned the place, a skinny rich girl, unaccompanied.”
“You know how I hated what I was, then. I did not know that it was harder to be on the other side of it – to be poor and pitied.”
“Now, you know what it’s like for us Peter’s Walk folks,” he said, his body only inches away from her then.
“I now know what your childhood was like, but what happened to you after that,
