The Don's Wife

SERAFINA

Dario lifted his hand slowly toward my face. For one terrifying second, I thought he was going to wipe the spit away himself... Instead, he took out a handkerchief from inside his jacket and placed it gently into my hand. Like he knew I would break completely if he touched my face right now.

The tenderness of it made my throat tighten painfully.

“Let’s go home,” he said softly.

I looked