SERAPHINA’S POV

"What do you mean you can get me that chance?" I ask, genuinely puzzled.

His face lights up with mischief. Raising an eyebrow and winking at me, he pulls his phone from his pocket.

"Give me a minute," he says, rising to walk away and make a call.

Left alone, I'm swallowed by my thoughts, my guilt, and my sadness—reliving the moments and words I regret. I need to forgive myself, to face my flaws and look beyond them.

Perhaps then, I can overcome this load of emotions. I want ...