SERAPHINA'S POV
"Wait," my mother said suddenly, the words cutting through the moment before I could reconsider them. "Let me get you something, Seraphina. A witch gave it to me once… back when I had the stupid idea of getting rid of you."
The memory didn't come gently.
It pulled me under.
Earlier that day, Mother had called.
I knew why she was calling before I even answered. She never reached out without a reason, and lately, every reason circled back to one thing.
Him.
Still, I went, i always went.
The moment I stepped into the house she shared with my brother, something in me shifted in a way I hated. The air was warmer there, softer, filled with the kind of quiet that didn't feel like it was waiting for something to break. It wasn't my home anymore but it remembered me.
My gaze drifted, and the memories followed.
