The Wrong Kind Of Right
“Come on. You need rest.”
Serena hesitated only a moment before crawling in. The sheets smelled like lavender and sea air. She curled on her side, and Viv slid in behind her, pulling her close, warm, steady, safe.
For a long time, Serena said nothing. The television glowed in the background. More pundits arguing. More vitriol. More people who didn’t even know Luca or Asher acting like they owned their stories.
Serena exhaled shakily. “He was so in love with him, Viv. Even when he pretended not to be. All those years. I hated him for it, but…”
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