Chapter 43 (Seraphina's POV)

She sat in the deepest corner, a sticker-covered old laptop spread open in front of her, a mostly empty latte beside it.

I walked over and sat across from her.

"You look terrible," she said. Blunt, but not unkind.

"Can't help it. Everyone has bad days."

I took a sip of the iced Americano. T...

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