"Ria" Ro

ays were about

noticeable. Salvatore hated public displays of emotion. Instead, I methodically went through my fr

feed. The noise of their perfect lives-the charity galas, the European vacations, the christenings

popped up. The profile picture was a g

you shoul

am story. A close-up of Sofia Ricci's hand, a massive canary diamond on her r

had the plumbers retrieve it. Or, more likely, he'd

, no pain. It was like looking at a p

my phone. Evidence. Then I blocked the user

old woman who had known my mother for

said, her eyes sharp and knowing as she set the he

ore's car parked outside

, Adriana. And stars don't orbit

She had seen his coldness, his selfishness, and she had

ispered, more to myself than

n, child," she said softly, pattin

he scent of her perfume now faint, a ghostly whisper. I lay d

elieved him to be. In the dream, he was holding me, telling me

ause I missed him. It was because I was mourning the

t a drawer in my mother's desk, my fingers brushed against a

an emergency visit for an unprovoked attack on another dog at a park. The vet's notes were chillingly clear

ring. He had known. He had been there with her that day. He knew the do

my veins. It wasn't grief anym

blocked number. I

re's voice said, tight with frustration. "I

ant do it," I sai

hat diamond necklace I gave you for our

He'd told me he had it commiss

't hav

e it? It's worth more than that

ave taken better care of

red to life, chewing the evidence of his betrayal into meaningless strip

e justification I