SERAPHINA’S POV
By the time we got home, the sky had already bruised into twilight. The air was cool and smelled faintly of rain—one of those soft, in-between evenings when everything felt calm.
Daniel trudged beside me, his hand warm in mine. He was quieter than usual, which wasn’t entirely odd after a long day. But something about his silence tonight felt different.
“Quite a day, huh?” I said as we stepped into the foyer.
He gave a small shrug. “It was okay.”
“Just okay?”
He nodded, eyes fixed on his sneakers. “Yeah.”
I helped him out of his jacket and hung it on the rack. His shoulders slumped, and I noticed a faint scuff on the knee of his jeans—one that hadn’t been there this morning.
“Did you and the twins have fun?” I asked, trying for lightness.
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