Serena’s POV
I had been thinking about him again, though I hated myself for it. The thought had slipped in quietly that morning what if I went searching for him, what if I finally demanded answers after all these years? I almost laughed at myself for even considering it, because I had spent a lifetime convincing myself I didn’t care. Yet here I was, folding the thought over and over like an old wound that refused to heal.
So when the knock came just before sunset, sharp but not loud, my first thought was strange and bitter at once
I went to the door, already bracing myself, and when I opened it, one of the pack guards stood stiffly in the corridor. He held out a white envelope as though it were dangerous, his expression caught between respect and unease, like he didn’t know if he should
