PROLOGUE
They say betrayal cuts deepest when it comes from the hands you trusted enough to cradle your heart.
But no one prepares you for the pain when the betrayal comes from two people
one you loved…
and one you called sister.
The night it happened still clings to me like the last scent of smoke after a dying fire faint, stubborn, impossible to wash away.
It was supposed to be an ordinary night.
I remember lying beside Dinaldo afterward, wrapped in the warmth I thought I understood. My breath was still uneven, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along my arm, like he was mapping out a future only he knew. For a moment just a moment I let myself believe we were safe again.
Healing.
Finding our way back to each other.
But storms don’t always warn you when they’re about to break.
Sometimes they whisper first.
And I should have listened.
He drifted into sleep quickly, the way he always did.
I stayed awake, staring at the ceiling, feeling a heaviness sitting on my chest like a quiet visitor refusing to leave. It was that awful, instinctive ache… the kind your heart recognizes even when your mind refuses to.
And maybe… maybe if I had honored that ache, I would have saved myself.
