SERAPHINA’S POV

What was Olivia's brother like? What were his hopes and dreams? What did he sound like when he laughed or when he was angry? Was he kind or distant?

These are things that, had I known them, might have made me feel more, be as broken as she is in front of me. But I don’t.

Rather, I wasn’t interested in knowing.

I swallow hard, unable to speak, defend myself, or argue why I care about her, and how she might have misunderstood the entire situation. What could I possibly say ...