Third Person's POV
The elevator was completely empty except for the two of them. On a weekend morning, the entire apartment building was suffocatingly quiet.
The mirrored doors reflected their figures standing side by side. Seraphina stared at the reflection, suddenly feeling a sharp, bitter sense of déjà vu.
Shortly after she and Mortimer first got married, there had been a few times when they shared an elevator ride just like this.
Back then, it was their first mating anniversary. She had spent hours baking his favorite dessert from scratch, bringing it to him in the elevator with a heart full of nervous joy.
But Mortimer had merely given it a freezing, dismissive glance. Without missing a beat, he answered an international call from Vivian, casually pushing the carefully wrapped bo
