Fragile Normalcy

SERAFINA

The truth was… maybe I did.

Maybe I had seen them before. Maybe I had grown up around them. But I didn’t actually know who had died.

“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “Maybe.”

Dante frowned again.

“Then why didn’t you go to the funeral?”

I hesitated.

“I guess I should have,” I admitted. “But someone had to stay here with you. And, your dad attended the service in our stead.”

“Oh,” Dante