SERAPHINA’S POV

It's finally nighttime, and I've slipped into bed wearing my nighties, reminiscing on all the twists and turns the day brought.

I relish the brief moment with Miss Lucy and my encounters with my childhood bullies.

Then that occurrence comes to mind—when the stone was about to hit, and I felt a surge of energy move through me just before my shadow shifted.

I'm sure no one would believe me if I said it. The idea of my shadow moving on its own sounds completely absurd.

But ...