Third Person's POV
"Alright, good work," Tade patted Vincent's shoulder, gesturing for him to step out first.
When the hospital room door closed again, Tade held the old phone, casting a complicated look at Mortimer, who lay deathly pale on the bed.
After Vincent left, Tade handed the old phone, its casing covered in several dented spots, over to Mortimer.
Mortimer took it and immediately logged into his messaging app, opening the chat window with Seraphina.
What met his eyes were a few cold, concise replies from Seraphina, forming a sharp contrast with his own long string of recent messages.
Perhaps because he already had a terrible suspicion in his heart, his finger trembled slightly as he scrolled up.
Finally, he scrolled to that day—the day Seraphina was buried under the snow.
