Seraphina's Point Of View
"How did you get my number?" The words came out low, dangerous, each syllable sharp as broken glass.
The silence in the room felt suddenly charged with static. I shot up so fast the oversized dress shirt I'd borrowed from Rose whipped against my thighs. My bare feet struck the carpet, and I paced away from the bed where my mother slept, my shadow dancing erratically against the wall in the dim light spilling from the hallway.
"Seraphina, please... just listen to me," the voice pleaded through the phone. "Please don't hang up. My life has been absolutely miserable without you. I haven't slept, I haven't eaten properly… everything is gray."
