SERAPHINA'S POV
The phone rang twice before I finally gathered the courage to flip it over.
My heart instantly softened, and all the trepidation disappeared at the sight of Daniel’s face on the screen.
As soon as I answered, his excited voice burst through the speaker. “Mom!”
I sat upright on the bed, all my earlier exhaustion evaporating under my son’s warmth. “Hey, baby.”
He squinted at the camera, and his ready smile dimmed into a tiny frown.
“Mom…are you okay?”
The question caught me off guard. “Of course, why?”
He leaned closer until the camera caught only his eyes and a bit of messy hair flopping over his forehead. “You look…tired. And kinda jumpy. Did something happen?”
A pang hit my chest—an abrupt rush of warmth and sharp tenderness swelling at his concern.
This used to be my role: hovering, fussing, checking every detail to see if he was alright. Now here he was, studying me like I was the one who needed looking after.
