SERAPHINA’S POV
Seraphina Lockwood.
It had been so long since I answered to that name, and it felt strange in my mouth when I said it out loud.
It wasn’t that it didn’t fit; it was that, for the first time in my life, it finally did.
It was almost absurd how easy it had been—just a thumbprint and a signature, and that was that.
“Well,” Ethan said, gathering the documents, unable to hide the joy in his smile. “You’re officially Seraphina Lockwood. Welcome back, sister.”
I drew my knees close, my smile mirroring his.
“Thank you. I—”
In a heartbeat, something shifted.
It felt like a seam giving way inside my chest, a hidden pathway opening where there had once been a wall.
A soft gasp escaped me as my fingers curled into the sheets and my vision blurred.
Ethan stiffened instantly. “Sera?”
