The grief hanging over the snowy clearing felt almost too heavy to bear, like a thick blanket of sorrow that pressed down on everyone present.
A father had just learned that the woman he loved more than anything had suffered even after death, denied any real peace.
A son had discovered that his mother hadn't been given the respectful burial she deserved after all these years. No amount of words could ever erase that kind of deep, soul-crushing pain.
Seraphine looked at both of them, her own heart aching fiercely in her chest. At that moment, every single grudge she had been holding onto suddenly felt completely meaningless.
Compared to the devastating loss Vladimir and Voren were going through, her own past hurts seemed so small and insignificant now.
If forgiving Vladimir, if fully accepting him as family, could ease even a tiny fraction of his overwhelming pain, then why keep clinging to the past? It was time to let it go.
