SERAPHINA’S POV
My vision blurred as I stood on the sidewalk in front of Maya’s apartment building, my fingers trembling on my phone as I tried to order an Uber to take me home.
The sun was lower in the sky now, casting long gold shadows on the pavement. I’d barely spent an hour in there, and yet it had felt like an eternity.
I cursed myself when my fingers slipped for the umpteenth time, wondering when exactly I would stop letting Celeste and Kieran and Ethan and every other ugly part of my past affect me so acutely.
It was like I took a step forward only to stumble three steps backwards.
“Sera!”
I stiffened at the sound of Maya’s voice and didn’t turn, locking my spine.
“Sera, wait—”
I shook my head. “Save it, Maya. I don’t want to hear you justify his actions or plead his case.”
Remorse flashed across her face as she stepped in front of me. “I’m not here to do that, Sera. I’m here to apologize to you.”
I blinked. “You are?”
