SERAPHINA’S POV

I watch her face morph into shock and disbelief, both folded hands dropping to her sides, eyes watching me as if I’m a crazy psychopath who just walked in.

It hurts to see it, guessing that she forgot what I even looked like, if she ever thought of me as a daughter at all.

My first reaction is anger, a burning rage that boils my blood and fills me with hate. Suddenly, I feel stupid for being nervous and excited about someone who simply forgot my existence.

“Do you not ...