Genna's POV I spent the entire day carrying hurt around like a stone in my chest. I smiled for Denise, played tea party, built a blanket fort, read six books, let her paint my nails bright pink, but every laugh felt forced. Every time I pictured Adriana on Leonardo’s lap, her hand inside his shirt, his silence when she sent me away, the stone grew heavier. I kept touching the scorpion pendant under my clothes, reminding myself who he really was, reminding myself what I still had to do, yet the jealousy would not leave. By nine Denise finally slept curled up with her stuffed rabbit. The house turned quiet, too quiet. I sat on my bed in my silk nightgown, legs bouncing, unable to stay still. I walked down the hall, checked on Denise first. She slept deep, mouth open, one small hand under her cheek. I closed her door soft, then stood staring at Leonardo’s door at the far end. I told myself I only wanted to know if Adriana was still inside. I tiptoed closer, knelt, and peeped throu
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