Night fell, and the Cole residence grew quiet. Only a few rooms still had their lights on.
Serena lay on the pink bed, gazing up at the painted night sky above her. Tiny glowing stars shimmered faintly in the dark, dreamy and warm.
It was clearly designed so a child would not wake in fear of the darkness. From the room alone, it was obvious how much her parents had once looked forward to her birth. It was a kind of affection Serena had never known.
In the Vale family, no one had ever looked forward to her arrival. If anything, they had only looked forward to her death. After all, her death was supposed to secure Lydia's smooth and fortunate life.
Serena closed her eyes, pushing those thoughts away. Instead, another question surfaced. Since returning to the Cole family, no one had ment
