Serafina

I knew he would come and find me, so even though I desperately wanted to take a shower and change into the clothes Veda had given me, I sat on the bed and waited after washing the smears of blood from around my mouth.

The ring that was still on my finger sparkled in the light. I’d become a wife and a widow on the same day. My husband—I choked down the hysterical laughter that rose in my throat—killed in cold blood right in front of me. And I felt…nothing.

No anger. No regret. No relief. No joy.

Nothing.

Time slowed as I heard Enzo’s footsteps approaching the room...