For days, the Hart mansion had been quiet.
Too quiet.
As if the walls themselves were holding their breath.
Raya noticed it. She wasn't new to storms, and she recognized when peace wasn't peaceful, just silence preparing to snap. Juliana hadn't questioned her identity since their last mother and daughter bonding at the spa. No subtle checks, no sharp remarks disguised as concern. It was strange and suspicious.
Too peaceful.
Rays had finished reading Seraphina's diary two days ago, every page filled with secrets and madness, with shadows and laughter. Seraphina was a storm of her own. A person who could smile while setting the world on fire.
