Red_Roses_and_Black_Dahlias_-_Macy_T

One of these few details being my gut feeling, and Lord knew we could
not build a case with that only.
Conan was the one to organize everything—maybe that’s why he felt so
entitled to sitting in the front like he was fucking family, and I had to say it
looked decent for now.
I could also see he heeded Sofia’s only request that there wouldn’t be any
picture of their parents, for Valentina’s sake. She was scared to death that
seeing them would trigger a panic attack from her younger sister, just like she
had explained to me the day we went back to their house.
“Dear friends and family, we gather here today to say goodbye to two
beloved members of our community…” Father Gareth started and everyone
listened attentively.
Valentina’s head fell against Sofia’s arm, and I could imagine the little
girl’s eyes brimming with tears and closing of their own accord. Neither
sister had shed a tear coming here, and that worried me. The way they didn’t
talk about their parents’ death, the way they totally shut down their emotions
whenever it was mentioned, that couldn’t be healthy.
I heard Sofia sob into her pillow last night after our little conversation,
and it had gutted me not to do anything about it. I yearned to open her door
and take her in my arms, make her feel better any way I could.
I wanted to touch her, feel her, taste her, but my brain was stronger than
my desires. Thank God for that, really.
The last thing we needed was to complicate things by starting a physical
relationship. Not only that but I was pretty sure I could never have just a
physical relationship with Sofia. She was the only woman I’d ever wanted to
own in every sense of the word.
I wanted everything: her body, her heart and her soul.
Not only that, but I kind of wanted to give her mine, too.