SERAFINA

C-A-I-U—

No.

Backspace.

C-A-I-U-S.

I stared at it like it might do something. Like the letters would peel themselves off the screen and rearrange into an answer. A confession. A warning.

One minute I was at the event. The next, I was home.

I think Dorian drove. If he said anything, I didn’t hear it.

My shoes were off. Dress crumpled on the floor like I’d fought with it.

I didn’t even remember walking through the door.

As for “Caius”?

Google gave me nothing. Just ...