Serena Constantine

Villa Constantine.

Serena sat in front of a canvas, her brush strokes gentle and deliberate. She was painting a portrait of a young girl with copper blonde hair and hazel green eyes.

Every detail was captured perfectly, from the tiny freckles on her nose to the tiny mole on top of her cupid lips. This was her daughter, the little girl she had lost in a tragic incident almost twenty years ago.

As Serena worked, memories flooded her mind.

She remembered the sound of her daughter's laughter, the way she would curl up in her lap and fall asleep, the way she would dance around the room to her favorite songs. But she also remembered the pain of losing her, the way her heart had shattered into a million pieces and never fully healed.

Tears streamed down Serena's face as she continued to paint. She knew that her daughter was gone, but she couldn't help but wonder what life would be like if she was still here.