SERAPHINA’S POV

The following days drift by fast, like a daze, as if time becomes the wind that breezes past us in the blink of an eye, and everything that comes with the passing days a simple dream.

It’s all a never-ending nightmare I can’t wake up from, no matter how hard I scream and cry and deny its reality. It remains, casting darkness like a storm that never fades.

Juliet isn’t hiding away.

It sounds completely unbelievable.

I held on to the possibilities of it being all a lie ...