Chapter 44 Was That Worse?

• Lazaro’s POV
• I sat at the desk in my study, my eyes pinned on the picture I held in my hands. It was a picture of Seraphina and I, one we’d been obliged to take after our wedding months back. As my eyes burned into the picture, my chest constricted painfully.
• It’s been two long weeks since she disappeared, leaving behind her ring and that stupid note. And after searching everywhere for her, without a trace of her identity, I crawled into a cave of dark despair, staring at her picture all day long.