Chapter 57

SERAPHINA

I was still in the laundry room, my eyes red from crying, my hands moving mechanically as I ironed Leone’s shirts.

The hum of the washing machine had stopped a while ago, and I’d already dried and folded most of his clothes, but my mind was a mess

His words from this morning kept echoing in my head—useless piece of shit, just for his inheritance. Every time I thought about last night, how he’d made me feel so alive, so wanted, only to crush me today made me ...