The Twisted Knife

Vittoria

Morning came quickly, the morning light dawned in a pale mist, flooding over the curtains to spill onto the rich rug, the glasses of champagne still filled and untouched on the dresser, the garments tossed over the chair the previous night. Everything felt so abnormally normal, except for the grip in my chest that had refused to loosen since the party.

I opened my eyes, the room slowly fo