SERAPHINE’S POV
The sunlight streaming through the large windows of my office was warm against my skin, but it did nothing to ease the chill that had settled in my chest. I sat rigidly in my chair, my eyes fixed on the open door like a hawk stalking prey, waiting. Watching. The steady tick of the clock on the wall was the only sound that filled the room, each second grating on my nerves.
She hadn’t passed by.
I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the desk as I clasped my hands together, my fingers twisting with restless energy. My thoughts swirled like a storm, refusing to settle. What if she really was my daughter? My throat tightened as the possibility loomed larger with every passing moment. I knew I had my convictions that she was my child but what if she truly turned out to be my
