"Luna Sera…"
The words rippled through the ward like a shockwave, drawing gasps from both the staff and the patients lying in their beds. Heads turned all at once, eyes widening as they took her in, as if they weren't quite sure what they were looking at anymore.
"She looks different," one of the doctors whispered under his breath, unable to hide his surprise.
Marsha scoffed instantly, her voice laced with pure disdain. 'Obviously. Anyone would glow after getting out of this miserable place.'
"Luna, you're back?" Doctor Raymond stepped forward, a smile stretching across his face, though it didn't reach his eyes. Beneath that carefully arranged expression sat something tighter, almost uneasy.
If Seraphine was really back, then his position as director wouldn't last long.
"She's here to create the cure," Damon said before Seraphine could respond, his tone even as he caught the flicker of relief that passed through Raymond's eyes. "We've missed her."
