Serena's POV
The sunlight streaming through my kitchen window caught the gold rim of my teacup as I absently stirred my peppermint tea. After being discharged from the hospital, I'd returned to Quinn Manor to recover, only to face Mom's lectures about my terrible sleep schedule and eating habits. Mom had insisted on making breakfast herself this morning - "You need proper nutrition, not those sad excuse for protein bars you call food," she'd declared while whisking eggs.
"How's my precious grandbaby doing?" Mom asked.
My heart swelled with love thinking about my fourteen-month-old daughter, her chubby cheeks and infectious giggles that somehow made even the hardest days worthwhile.
"Growing more stubborn by the day," I laughed. "Just yesterday, according to Margaret, she refu
