Seraphina's Point Of View
I stared up at the sky once more, watching the soft blue stretch across the horizon before I stood up from the park bench. I smoothed down my clothes, taking a slow, deep breath, and kept walking down the sidewalk.
The air smelled faintly of cut grass and distant rain, a scent that always made me feel strangely nostalgic, as though some memory I couldn't quite name was hovering just out of reach. I had always been that way, chasing feelings I couldn't fully explain, as if my body remembered things my mind had long since buried.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the black armored SUV trailing slowly and gently behind me. It kept a cautious distance, matching my slow pace step for step. I couldn't help the small, genuine smile that tugged at the corners of my lips.
