Warm Skin Cold Truth

~Dorian~

I step inside, Ruth hovering at my side, repeating for what felt like the hundredth time that she hadn’t informed my father about our sudden trip to Greece. I don’t answer. My eyes sweep over the villa—the one I promised Hazel we’d see together back then. I thought maybe I’d find peace here. But I don’t even know why I came. Was it to look for her? Scoff. False confidence. If I truly want