Sera’s pov:
I’m learning the shape of a lie.
It doesn’t feel like I thought it would. There’s no sudden weight of guilt or a racing heart. Instead, it arrives quietly, like a habit you don’t realize you’ve started. It feels like survival.
It started with a cheap, thin notebook.
I didn't pick the fancy leather ones Damien’s men use. Those are too easy to notice. Mine has a plain gray cover that looks like nothing. I kept it tucked behind two old, dusty books on my shelf that I know for a fact no one ever touches.
I told myself it’s just for my thoughts. A way to stay sane in a house that breathes secrets.
But the first thing I wrote in it was a name.
And I haven't told Damien.
The weirdest part isn't that I'm keeping secrets, it’s that I don't feel bad about it. I keep waiting for t
