“Someone has been asking questions,” the doctor added.
I was tired of hearing all this. I just wish I could scream out loud, or the ground would open for me to enter.
My eyes snapped. “What kind of questions?”
“Old records. Things that aren’t supposed to come up.”
That made it worse. They were investigating. My chest tightened. The lie was no longer safe.
I turned sharply, heading for the door.
“Seraphina.”
I didn’t stop or respond. Because if I did, I might have acknowledged that this slipping off my fingers and moving beyond control.
And I didn’t want to. I hated to do that. I got out, stepped into the car, and just drove off without anywhere in mind, just moving.
I finally pulled up at a restaurant. I stepped in, choosing a table near the corner, away from people.
My fingers w
