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Seraphina’s POV 1

I woke up to the smell of coffee and bacon.

For one perfect, stupid moment, I forgot where I was. Forgot what I’d done. My hand reached across the couch for Adrian, the way it always did in the mornings when he’d crawl into bed with me.

Empty space.

Reality crashed back in. The Morrison’s living room. Three hundred miles from my babies.

From my family.

*Former family,* I corrected myself, sitting up and wiping my face. *They’re better off without you.*

But the thought felt hollow. Wrong. Like trying to convince myself the sky was green instead of blue.

“Good morning, sweetheart!” Margaret’s voice floated in from the kitchen, bright and warm. “Coffee’s ready! Come eat before it gets

cold!”

I pulled on yesterday’s clothes and padded into the kitchen, where Margaret was flipping pancakes with the same easy efficiency she

probably brought to everything in her life. Robert sat at the table reading a newspaper, reading glasses perched on his nose.

“Morning,” I managed, my voice rough from crying.

“Sit, sit!” Margaret gestured to the empty chair with her spatula. “You look like you didn’t sleep at all. Here, drink this.” She pressed a mug

of coffee into my hands before I could protest.

Caleb appeared in the doorway, hair damp from a shower, looking disgustingly well–rested. “Morning. You sleep okay?”

“Fine.” I lied.

His eyes said he knew better, but he just grabbed his own coffee and settled across from me.

Margaret loaded my plate with pancakes, bacon, eggs–enough food to feed three people. “Eat up. You need your strength.”

bites to be polite. Everything tasted like cardboard. Like

me back, “Where’d

I said quickly. “Sorry. Just

looks–the kind that said they were having an

his paper. “We want you to know that

couldn’t-”

you could,” Margaret interrupted firmly. “You absolutely

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my head. “You’ve already done so much. I was thinking… maybe

that need-”

you wander off alone into some city where you don’t know anyone? Where anything could

a child-”

somehow carried more weight than any

words hit me like a slap.

I’d just

to impose,”

said. “Actually, I could

at him.

back in his chair, casual as anything. “Business has been picking up. I could use an extra

don’t know anything

I need someone to handle the front desk, answer phones, manage appointments, deal with

organized, professional stuff you’re actually good

beamed. “That’s a wonderful idea! And you’d be right here,

it’s steady work, and you’d have a

“I don’t want charity-”

working for it,”

at my untouched pancakes, my mind spinning. Stay here? Work at

Silver Moon Harbor. So far

wasn’t

said finally. “I was thinking… maybe it would be better if I just disappeared completely. Went somewhere

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