C27 The Weight of a Word

It stood like an actual weight somewhere inside the ruined office, almost demanding an act of faith in a world that had taught her not to have any. "Do you believe him?" Serena's gaze moved from Damiano's face-worn raw, exposed, and, for the first time, really vulnerable-to Alessio Vecchio, now on his knees. His eyes were shining with a triumphant, poisonous hope. She was a tool to him