The flight to the city passed in a rare pocket of calm, the steady hum of the engine giving Seraphine space to think. Clouds stretched endlessly beyond the window, soft and distant, but her mind was sharp and alert.
She used the quiet to map out her next steps, where to start, who to trust, how to rebuild a future she had been forced to abandon before she was ready.
When they landed, the airport was alive with motion and noise. Voices overlapped, luggage wheels rattled across tiled floors, and announcements echoed overhead.
Corvine led her through the crowd until they reached an older couple waiting near the arrivals gate.
Desmond, Corvine's father stood tall and composed, his posture confident in a way that spoke of long years in control, while Nessa, his mother's expression softened the moment her eyes landed on Seraphine.
