SERAFINA

I heard his phone vibrate, I hadn’t gone far from the guest room myself.

I had no business with who it was because, whatever it was… whoever it was…

I didn’t give a hoot.

Or.. so I thought.

Dorian didn’t give a reaction.

He didn’t stammer or backpedal or offer me some cleaned-up version of how that name of his landed in my dang mother’s file.

The same mother whose death didn’t have any core explanation?

Now? I’m being left to comprehend ...