SELENA’S POV

Have you ever had one of those days where everything feels like a cruel joke? Yeah. That was today.

I had barely survived yesterday without losing my mind, and now I was about to do something equally stupid—go back to work. Because, apparently, self-destruction was my new favorite hobby.

“Don’t overthink it,” Celestia whispered in my head as I stood outside the orphanage, watching the little girl—Sophia, I learned—wave at me with sticky fingers covered in honey.

I ...