I stood in front of the mirror as I ran the brush through my hair. Dario has been gone for a while and hasn't returned.

Is everything alright? What if he has gone to do something to cover my crime?

I was still lost in my thoughts when I heard the sound of the bedroom door opening and quickly turned.

“Dario, you're back, how did it go? Did you…” I caught myself right on time when he came into view. But the only problem was that the person standing in front of me wasn't Dario.

I knew it immediately from the color of his eyes—the look in his eyes, the...