Dylan looked at Ariel. Her attention was still on the picture of his late stepmother.

"Ariel?"

She looked back at him with a frown, and he raised his eyebrow.

"What's the matter?"

"I don't know. You tell me."

Huh? What did she mean with that look and words?

"Who's the woman?"

"I've told you not to worry about her."

"Is it one of the whores you fuck?"

"Excuse me?"

Ariel withdrew from him and started to walk away. Dylan had never felt more confused before. He looked at the picture again, trying to decipher what she saw that made her think like that.

"Ari, wait!"

Ariel stopped at the door...