Davina's POV

The sun beamed down through a skylight overhead. It picked up my foot and Diego’s where they lingered near each other on the hallway runner. The rest of each of us was bathed in sharp shadows.

“She slit her wrists.” I meant for it to come out far more accusingly, but I was emotionally drained. It just sounded as sad as it made me feel.

He nodded slowly. “I’m surprised she told you.”

“She didn’t tell me.” I sighed and closed my eyes against that image I couldn’t ...