The War Can Wait

DARIO

I knew Serafina wanted to say something.

I could see it in her reaction after I had mentioned my mom, a woman who meant everything to me, yet a woman I had rarely spoken about. Even before Serafina, I had never wanted to talk about her. The words always felt too heavy, too sharp, like they would slice something open inside me that I had spent years stitching closed.

And I knew Serafina well.