Seraphina's POV
I had barely slept all through the night, and even the little sleep I managed to get felt restless and shallow, like my body had given up before my mind did. Every time I closed my eyes, I kept hearing that voice again, clear and familiar in a way that made my chest tighten every single time I thought about it. It wasn't just any voice, it was her voice, Yuna's voice.
I could still remember the exact way it sounded, soft but distinct, the kind of voice that I had heard so many times back in Elysium that there was no way I could mistake it for someone else's. That was what made everything so confusing, because if I had really heard her voice, then that meant one thing that didn't make any sense at all. It meant that Yuna was alive, and if she was alive, then everything I thought I knew about what happened that day was completely wrong, or at least not as simple as it had been made out to be.
