SERAPHINA’S POV

My heart pounds with emotions, staring at what's in front of me: this little box that holds the potential secrets to who I am and where I come from.

Answers I’ve always been desperate to run away from, that I’m now forced to face. I'm filled with anxiety, yet there's a bit of trepidation about the varying possibilities of what I could find here.

Taking a deep breath, I begin to dig into it.

First, there's my mint-green blanket with fraying ends, the fabric showing its ...