Voren walked back over to the bed and lay down beside her again, both of them back to looking up at the soft light from above.
"Iâm not gonna sugarcoat it for you. I was already in so much pain, and that story just fed right into everything the angry side of me wanted to hear about you. Like you were so obsessed with Ravyn that you didnât even recognize who you were anymore."
Seraphine swallowed hard but stayed silent, just listening.
"You went back to school after that. Then the news hit that you were pregnant." His voice broke a little on that last word before he caught himself.
"You put your medical program on hold and headed back to the pack to finish things there. I heard about it all from Ravyn, and I just... I completely fell apart, Sera. Something inside me snapped for real."
Seraphine wanted so badly to turn and look at his face. The way his voice cracked open told her so much more than the actual words, and she wished she could see it all, but the heavy weight of shame kept her right where she was, staring up.
"I canât go back and fix any of it," she said gently. "None of it. Ravyn was my biggest mistake, and I know that now. Honestly, I knew it even before it ended. But knowing that doesnât erase what happened."
"I know." The way Voren said it carried a deep bitterness mixed with a kind of tired acceptance, like someone whoâd learned to live with an old injury but still felt it ache when the weather changed.
He stayed quiet for a bit, the chandelier casting its gentle, broken light across their faces. "Thatâs exactly why you need to hear what came next because it wasnât nothing, and Iâm not gonna act like it was."
Seraphine turned onto her side.
She couldnât stop herself. Something in how he said it pulled her eyes right to him. She studied the sharp line of his jaw and the way he kept staring up at the ceiling like it might give him the answers he needed.
"What are you talking about, V?"
He could feel her watching him. His hand reached for the remote on the nightstand without even looking, fingers wrapping around it a little tighter than usual.
"Iâd rather you lie back like you were before," he said. It wasnât quite a request, but it wasnât bossy either. Somewhere right in between.
Seraphine didnât move at first. Then she heard it, a soft, clear click. The lock on the bedroom door turning.
Her eyes darted to the door and then back to him.
"Whyâd you just lock that?"
He rested the remote on his chest, still holding onto it, and kept staring at the chandelier. "So if what Iâm about to say upsets you, you wonât leave before I get it all out."
The room suddenly felt a bit smaller and more closed in.
Seraphine glanced at the door one more time, then back up at the ceiling. She made herself breathe steady and normal.
She thought about how much ground theyâd already covered tonight, all the painful pieces theyâd spread out on this bed like broken parts that might still fit together somehow.
"We already went way past that point tonight," she said. "I told you Iâd listen to everything. Iâm not going anywhere until Iâve heard it all."
She felt some of the tightness ease out of the air between them.
Voren stayed quiet a little longer, like he was weighing it out one final time. Then he went ahead. "I went out looking for someone who looked like you."
Seraphine blinked in surprise as Voren continued his confession.
"I needed something to dull the pain," he said, his voice flat as he tried to keep his emotions in check. "It got to be too much for me to carry around anymore. So I did what I thought might help. I asked someone to search around and actually find someone who resembled you. And he did after a few months."
Seraphineâs lips parted, but no words came out at first. She feared a single word would discourage Voren from saying more, so she kept quiet.
"She was human. That was the biggest difference, besides her hair being blonde instead of brunette. But her eyes were the exact same blue as yours. Same face shape. Same mouth, nose, same height. Pretty much everything else matched you."
He didnât turn to look at her. "I had her dye her hair darker to match better."
The chandelier became too interesting above them. The little rainbows on the ceiling stayed still.
"Her name is Coco James."
And then it all clicked into place. The missing piece she hadnât expected, the one that suddenly made the rest of the picture rearrange itself in her mind.
"Thatâs why Marigold calls you mom," Voren finalized, Seraphineâs entire body went completely still.
Not the peaceful kind of still, but the frozen kind that happens when your thoughts race so far ahead that everything else just stops, waiting for your mind and body to sync back up.
Voren grabbed his phone. He unlocked it, pulled up a photo, and held the screen out for her to see.
Seraphine took it and studied the image.
The woman looking back at her had an almost identical face. The bone structure matched perfectly, the eyes were that same pale blue, and the mouth had the same shape.
But if you looked close enough, there were little differences. The skin texture wasnât quite right, the way she stood, a slight variation in the brow. It wasnât her. Seraphine could tell that without any doubt.
Still, staring at the picture, she could see exactly how a little kid might have spent years thinking it was.
She placed the phone gently on the mattress between them without saying anything.
Her thoughts raced through the timeline. Did it mean Marigold wasnât hers?