Seraphine's POV
During the entire car ride, my eyes refused to leave my daughter. Dalia had blossomed into such a breathtaking child that my heart felt like it was simultaneously shattering and mending itself. After years of separation, having her nestled in my arms seemed impossible. The euphoria coursing through me was something I believed I would never experience again. Yet beneath that overwhelming joy, an ache pulsed in my chest for all the moments I had missed. Those endless years without her laughter, without witnessing her first steps into adolescence, without simply holding her close, transformed my happiness into something beautifully tragic. Through our mate bond, I sensed that Theodore carried the same burden.