Seraphine's hands wouldn't stop shaking.
She'd told herself it was just a quick scroll through his phone. No big deal. But the longer she stared at the screen, the tighter her chest got, like someone was squeezing the air right out of her lungs.
She knew Voren's whole world revolved around Marigold. His pack, his empire, every decision—it all came back to that little girl. So yeah, she'd expected his camera roll to be packed with Marigold's milestones: birthdays, first steps, silly faces, all that cute dad stuff.
But that's not what she found.
It was her.
The wallpaper alone nearly knocked the wind out of her. An old birthday photo, colors slightly faded. A much younger Seraphine, caught mid-laugh with her hair flying everywhere, eyes squeezed shut like that exact moment was the best thing that had ever happened to her.
She couldn't even remember which birthday it was. Six? Seven? No clue.
And that's when it really hit her.
