Rooted Secrets

SERAFINA

Dante grinned.

“I want to see it!”

“It’s not there anymore,” Zara said gently. “That was a long time ago.”

“But Dad made it,” Dante insisted proudly. “So it must have been the best swing ever.”

Zara smiled at that.

“It was.”

There was something in her tone. Something quiet. Something that lingered a little too long.

I shifted slightly where I stood, folding my arms without even realising