RAVEN:
Dante doesn’t return early, and while I am having dinner, I spot Tamara walking past the front door with a small travel box. I stop eating at once, pushing my chair back and making my way toward her.
“Are you going on a trip?” I ask, and she comes to a halt, turning to face me.
Her brows wrinkle in anger.
“What is it to you? Haven’t you done enough?” she asks, and I glare at her in confusion.
“I was under the bed the entire time, Raven. Thank you for outing my relationship to my dad. I hope he gave you a big pat — and a great fuck.”
She bends the trolley and turns to leave.
“Marco isn’t good for you, and you know that, Tamara.”
“Yeah, thanks, Mom.” She leaves, slamming the door hard.
I stand there for a second, wondering if I did something wrong by exposing Marco. For all I
