startled awake when dawn crept around the edges of the thick burgundy damask, damning myself for having missed out on precious time with Mimi. Rubbing the shards of sleep out of my eyes, I rolled over. When my gaze met a set of eyes I hadn’t seen in years, one I’d hoped never to look upon again, I sat up. If the seraphim had come, then that meant only one thing: Mimi was gone.
