PENELOPE "It's everywhere." Adrian stood already when I showed him the message. He clutched his own phone, scrolling through what I knew must be the same cascade of notifications flooding my screen. His face twisted into a controlled panic expression. "Your mum sent you a voice note after the call explaining everything that we have just settled?" "That part," I confirmed. "And everything else." "Seraphina had it all," I said, hearing the flatness in my own voice. "She had access to everything she needed, and she waited until we were out of the country. Until there was distance and a headline and no way to respond before it spread like wildfire." "She's been planning this." His concluded "She's always been planning something," I said, tasting bitterness on my tongue. "I just kept believing the version of her that appeared helpful." I walked to the railing, needing the open air, that suddenly felt like they were closing in. My phone erupted with calls. Not just Jonathan anymo
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