Seraphina's POV
"Anyway, did you need something?" I asked, changing the subject.
Trista sighed, handing me the black coffee. "Nothing. I saw him drop you off and I just... I didn't trust it. But if you've made up your mind, I'm behind you."
As she reached the door, I called out to her. "Trista, not a word of this to my parents. They're at a critical point in their research. I don't want them distracted."
Trista hesitated for two seconds, then gave a reluctant nod. "Fine."
"But—" She gripped the door handle, looking back with an unreadable expression. "You're not going to tell them about the divorce either?"
I smiled, and in the morning light, it felt sharp and clear. "When the contract finally burns to the ground, they'll smell the freedom soon enough. No need to stress them out befo
