Beneath the Surface

SERAFINA

My eyes instinctively moved around the table, searching.

“Where is Rosa?”

The question slipped out more naturally than I expected. Not sharp, not loud. Just… there. Rosa should have been at the table with Dante. She wasn't but Zara was, why?

Zara’s smile didn’t falter, but it softened just a fraction. Dante, on the other hand, didn’t notice anything at all.

“She’s probably in the kitchen