CELINE’S POV
Each day, I saw my family less and less—and cared even less for it. I had become a shadow in my own home, moving silently, avoiding their eyes, slipping through hallways as though I didn’t belong there. Maybe I didn’t anymore.
Every night, behind my closed door, I folded away little pieces of myself. Clothes, books, notebooks, anything I could carry with me. Slowly, secretly, I packed my life into a single bag, tucking it away so no one would notice. Not that they would have—they never paid enough attention to me.
At first, my plan had been simple: leave for my studies, find a new start in the city, away from their shadows. But that was before everything shattered. Before Tristan. Before Seraphina. Now, I wasn’t just leaving for studies. I was leaving because there was noth
