Seraphina’s voice lingered cold and sharp in my ear. I clenched the phone tighter.
“Seraphina,” I muttered, my voice was low, “keep me updated about the status. I want every detail—no matter how small.”
There was a pause for a while then she reply, her reply was steady and calm. “No problem, Kael. You’ll have my updates as they come. And… Kael—” her tone softened, “I’m sorry about your son. Truly.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing words out. “...Thank you.” Then I ended the call just before I could show the crack in my voice.
Aria’s voice cut in behind me, trembling but sharp. “Who was that?”
I turned to her slowly. “It was Seraphina.”
Her eyes widened. She stood up so quickly her chair scraped against the café floor. “Kael.” My name left her lips like an accusation.
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