Succession and Secrets

Nadia

Luna Helena's number on my screen was not something I'd expected on a Tuesday morning, so I stared at it for a full second before answering.

"Nadia, dear," she greeted me warmly and asked, "Are you free today?"

"Yes," I said, which was true. I had spent last night lying on my bed staring at Torin's mother's after Gemma left, rotating it occasionally like looking at it from a different angle