CHAPTER 167: MUMMY ISSUES

SERAPHINA’S POV

I stare down at Artemis's sleeping face, resting on my thighs, running my fingers through his soft and silky black hair. It feels impossibly light and soft as I trace my fingers gently across the lines of his face.

I can’t help but feel bad for him, having to hear about his mother’s condition from someone else, and from none other than Kamila’s father, no less, while his own father kept such important news from him.

In the end, we made a call to find out she’s stable now, but he still seemed to be in a state of shock. The look of pain on his face tortured me.

I wish I could take away a portion of it or perhaps understand even a fraction of it.

Having a mother and watching her remain in a vegetative state all your life – in a way, it sounds more torturous than not having one or knowing yours didn’t want you.

I guess there's a sense of certainty in knowing, rather than wondering if your mother loved you.

He, however, is forced to watch on, forever hoping, wondering what