Seraphina

By the time I was done reminiscing, the weight of what I had just done settled in my chest.

“How could you have done that?” A voice asked me, and as I closed my eyes, it felt as though the voice belonged to my mum.

It was just too familiar that I couldn’t shake it off. I couldn’t even open my eyes.

“She slept with my fiancé,” I had responded.

I wasn’t talking, but the words were coming from my heart. It was as though we were both conversing. I wasn’t seeing her, but I ...