Third Person's POV
Seraphina composed herself and sat back down.
Mortimer pressed his lips into a thin line, his jaw clenched, unable to figure out where to begin.
After a solid minute of silence, he finally spoke in a low voice, "I only found out a few days ago... about what happened that day."
His brows knitted together. The words seemed to stick in his throat. After taking a long, steadying breath, he forced himself to continue. "The day you were buried in the avalanche... the reply you received to your plea for help wasn't from me. It was Vivian."
Having said that, he hung his head, not daring to meet Seraphina's eyes. The tremor in his voice became even more pronounced. "She told me her phone had died and asked to borrow mine so she could take some pictures and upload them to soc
