SERAPHINA’S POV

We ride into school just as it's ending, minutes after the final bell. I watch the crowd slowly disperse, like ants returning to their nest after scavenging for food.

A twinge of guilt mixes with relief that it's over and I've missed every bit of it.

Attending school feels like a more serious challenge when your life is falling apart.

Thankfully, we're almost there.

I can sense it's nearly over, this quest for knowledge of my history and where I come from. It's almost ...