- SERAPHINE
My mansion felt different this time. It wasn’t a home anymore; it was more of a golden cage to me. Every time a floorboard creaked or a door latched, my heart did a nervous rhythm against my ribs. I had to be perfect. I had to be the broken little doll they thought they’d finally snapped.
I spent most of my days propped up against the pillows in the master suite, staring out the window with eyes that were supposed to be blank.
"Time for your afternoon dose, honey," Marielle said, gliding into the room. She was wearing a silk wrap that probably cost more than a small car. She looked like an angel, but all I could see was the snake underneath.
She held out a small paper cup with two blue pills. My stomach twisted into a knot just looking at them.
"I’m still so sleepy, Sera,"
