Flashback continues (Sixteen Years Ago)
It wasn't the first time her mother had taken Daisy's side, and the pain of that truth cut deeper every single time.
Seraphine couldn't even remember a moment when things had been different. Ever since she was tiny, Daisy had always come first, no matter what.
Her tears, her complaints, her actual physical pain, none of it ever seemed to matter to her mom as long as Daisy stayed happy.
There were so many awful days when Seraphine was sick and weak, barely able to lift her head, yet her mother would still force her to give Daisy her blood, treating her like she was just a tool, like Seraphine herself meant absolutely nothing.
That heartbreaking thought had barely formed in her mind when a sharp, stinging slap cracked across her cheek. The pain exploded across her face, jerking her head violently to the side as hot, angry tears flooded her eyes.
