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their empty plates, and Jade’s hand leaves my shoulder for the first time.
“Reid was right about one thing.” Seraphina scoots closer to me. “Our life here isn’t easy. Being who we are comes at a price, as does any kind of power.” Pain flushes her face. “Fiona experienced the death of her mother, Carolina, at the hands of our enemy only weeks before you were born. The loss of her was still fresh in her heart, and she knew they would come after her next.”
Jade moves to sit next to me, pulling me around to look at her. “Your mother convinced herself, despite the despair she felt, that you would live a much better life with your father. She thought she was letting you have a safer, less complicated life.”
My teeth grit together, and the anger boil inside me. “She was wrong.” I push myself back from the table. “I lived a loveless, lonely, miserable life.”
I dart across the room trying to hide the tears that sting my eyes. I feel their stares on my back, and it only increases the intensity of my emotions. “He left me,” I say to the wall. “I was only a baby, barely old enough to walk. He left me on a street corner, like I was a piece of trash.”
Jade’s voice is worn. “If she had known—”
“If I had known,” Seraphina says, “I would have found you and brought you home myself.”
The tears are on my cheeks now, but I still can’t manage to look at them.
“She made a mistake, Wilhelmina.” Seraphina’s pain matches my own, and it somehow makes it all worse. “And I stood by and let her make it, and for that, I am sorry.”
I wipe my face with the palm of my hand and turn around.
She looks pleadingly at me. “Forgive me.”
“Of course I forgive you.”
Letting go of the anger comes easily, much more easily than I expect. There is something about being here, in this room, with these women, that takes every ounce of resentment out of me and replaces it with something I spent my whole life searching for—love.
Seraphina quickly leaves her seat, and I meet her halfway as she pulls me into a hug. I cry openly against her shoulder as she soothingly hushes my fears. “You’re home now.” She holds me tight. “You are home, and we love you.”
I pull away to look at her, my question still unanswered. “Why now?”
“They found you, Wilhelmina. They told Fiona if she didn’t give herself up, they would kill you.”
“What?”
“It was in my letter,” Seraphina says, tears welling in her own eyes now.
“My mother sacrificed herself for me?”
“Yes. To save you, she would have done anything.”
“Who killed her? Why?”
“I don’t know, sweetie,” she says, holding my letter out to me. “She said she had no choice but to leave and for us to make sure we found you and gave you this.”
I take the letter, running my fingers across my name. Seraphina pulls me back to the table. “Sit.”
Jade guides me into my seat, and this time she joins me on the other side. I tear open the envelope and pull out the stark white paper, unfolding it. I look at the spiraling letters, tears already forming in my eyes. It’s my mother’s handwriting. I say, reading the writing across the top of the page.
“ Far from home we all shall roam, but your spirit will linger near ,” “ When curses fright and mischief delights, a beacon shall appear .”
I look up, and they all smile at me. “Go on,” Seraphina says encouragingly. I take a breath and smile.
“ Whisper the truce of ages, calling the power of light and fire. Wash away the wicked, and perish the hearts of evil desire .” “ Come home, sweet child of moon and sun, and claim your song. Find the souls of power that you are destined to dwell among .”
At the bottom, in dark bold letters separated from everything else is another paragraph, and this time I don’t read it out loud.
Find your sun, Wilhelmina. You need each other now more than ever. I love you. Always .
Every eye at the
“Reid was right about one thing.” Seraphina scoots closer to me. “Our life here isn’t easy. Being who we are comes at a price, as does any kind of power.” Pain flushes her face. “Fiona experienced the death of her mother, Carolina, at the hands of our enemy only weeks before you were born. The loss of her was still fresh in her heart, and she knew they would come after her next.”
Jade moves to sit next to me, pulling me around to look at her. “Your mother convinced herself, despite the despair she felt, that you would live a much better life with your father. She thought she was letting you have a safer, less complicated life.”
My teeth grit together, and the anger boil inside me. “She was wrong.” I push myself back from the table. “I lived a loveless, lonely, miserable life.”
I dart across the room trying to hide the tears that sting my eyes. I feel their stares on my back, and it only increases the intensity of my emotions. “He left me,” I say to the wall. “I was only a baby, barely old enough to walk. He left me on a street corner, like I was a piece of trash.”
Jade’s voice is worn. “If she had known—”
“If I had known,” Seraphina says, “I would have found you and brought you home myself.”
The tears are on my cheeks now, but I still can’t manage to look at them.
“She made a mistake, Wilhelmina.” Seraphina’s pain matches my own, and it somehow makes it all worse. “And I stood by and let her make it, and for that, I am sorry.”
I wipe my face with the palm of my hand and turn around.
She looks pleadingly at me. “Forgive me.”
“Of course I forgive you.”
Letting go of the anger comes easily, much more easily than I expect. There is something about being here, in this room, with these women, that takes every ounce of resentment out of me and replaces it with something I spent my whole life searching for—love.
Seraphina quickly leaves her seat, and I meet her halfway as she pulls me into a hug. I cry openly against her shoulder as she soothingly hushes my fears. “You’re home now.” She holds me tight. “You are home, and we love you.”
I pull away to look at her, my question still unanswered. “Why now?”
“They found you, Wilhelmina. They told Fiona if she didn’t give herself up, they would kill you.”
“What?”
“It was in my letter,” Seraphina says, tears welling in her own eyes now.
“My mother sacrificed herself for me?”
“Yes. To save you, she would have done anything.”
“Who killed her? Why?”
“I don’t know, sweetie,” she says, holding my letter out to me. “She said she had no choice but to leave and for us to make sure we found you and gave you this.”
I take the letter, running my fingers across my name. Seraphina pulls me back to the table. “Sit.”
Jade guides me into my seat, and this time she joins me on the other side. I tear open the envelope and pull out the stark white paper, unfolding it. I look at the spiraling letters, tears already forming in my eyes. It’s my mother’s handwriting. I say, reading the writing across the top of the page.
“ Far from home we all shall roam, but your spirit will linger near ,” “ When curses fright and mischief delights, a beacon shall appear .”
I look up, and they all smile at me. “Go on,” Seraphina says encouragingly. I take a breath and smile.
“ Whisper the truce of ages, calling the power of light and fire. Wash away the wicked, and perish the hearts of evil desire .” “ Come home, sweet child of moon and sun, and claim your song. Find the souls of power that you are destined to dwell among .”
At the bottom, in dark bold letters separated from everything else is another paragraph, and this time I don’t read it out loud.
Find your sun, Wilhelmina. You need each other now more than ever. I love you. Always .
Every eye at the
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