The knock on Maribel's door comes at 10 AM.
I'm still in pajamas, hair unbrushed, surviving on my third cup of coffee. Maribel left for work an hour ago. I have the apartment to myself until this afternoon when I'm supposed to meet Lucien and Ivy at the park.
If I still go. If I don't chicken out.
The knock comes again. Insistent.
I shuffle to the door, expecting a delivery or a neighbor. Look through the peephole.
Vivian Hart.
My stomach drops.
She's standing in the hallway looking perfect. Camel coat, designer bag, the kind of effortless elegance that costs a fortune. She holds two coffee cups from an expensive chain.
What the hell is she doing here?
"Seraphina?" Her voice is muffled through the door. "I know you're in there. I can hear you breathing."
I could pretend I'm not h
