SERAFINA

Not from him though.

Not right then either.

A few minutes later when I snapped from what felt like hypnosis.

I walked back to my room, and went back to bed, phone in hand, pretending I could sleep.

The message came at 6:04 a.m.

No salutations, no name. Just a photo.

The headline didn’t hit me. It was the kind people skip—Anonymous Donation from Richard’s boards. But there was a date on it.

That date.

Because I knew it, it was the same one as ...