Seraphina

Aria’s reaction was enough to tell me that there was something fishy, and worse, she still couldn’t say a word.

“Aria, I asked a question,” I said.

“Huh?” She asked dumbly.

“Who were you on the phone with and what money are you talking about?” I asked her.

“I thought you weren’t speaking to me?” She asked me.

She was trying to flip the conversation, but I wouldn’t let her do that.

“Don’t twist this, Aria,” I said with a warning tone. “I know you more ...