SERAFINA

The door locked from the inside.

Click!

I knew Dorian was still here. He was… inside, right?

I don’t know why that settled in my chest like a weight I hadn’t agreed to carry.

The apartment went completely still again.

Dorian hadn’t said a word since we folded laundry like we were on the cover of some passive-aggressive newlywed blog.

Not a sound or even a glance.

Just hands brushing for half a second too long, then him walking out.

But that ...