SERAPHINA’S POV

Sleep evades me tonight, forcing me to relive every tragic moment of today, flash after flash in my memory. I try to block them out, but nothing works, and I’m hit by a constant wave of guilt and self-doubt.

I killed a man, my own father, and so she hated me, so much so that she wanted nothing to do with me.

Perhaps I deserved it, every bit of her curated hatred for what I am, for what I stand for. I had hoped to find more reason to love myself on this journey; instead, ...