The Silent Witness

DARIO

I just sat there, staring into nothing, my heart aching so badly it felt like it had hands squeezing it from the inside. My stomach hurt too. I hadn’t eaten since last night, and the whiskey I’d been drinking since morning was burning its way through me like acid.

And then it hit me.

Serafina’s dad had died a few months after her supposed death, but her mother was still alive. And I had been