Seraphina's POV
I don't know how long I stayed sitting there on the floor outside Yuna's room before I finally forced myself to move.
Time felt strange, stretched and warped, like it didn't want to pass properly. My legs were numb when I stood up, my hands shaking as I brushed them against my pants, even though there was nothing to wipe off. My chest still felt tight, like something heavy was pressing down on it, making it hard to breathe properly.
Get it together, I told myself. Just look. That's all you have to do.
I didn't owe Ashleigh my automatic belief. I didn't owe her panic or tears or fear. Despite the fact that I got no response from Yuna's bedroom, Ashleigh could still be lying. She seemed like the kind of person that would enjoy lying. She liked watching people squirm and liked dropping little bombs and walking away like she hadn't done anything wrong. I wasn't going to let her win without concrete proof.
