Denera
“Elena’s mother, also known as Denera, was my cousin,” Luna Danielle revealed.
Her words hit me like a thunderbolt, leaving me momentarily speechless. The room seemed to be still, the air thick with the weight of her revelation.
“You knew my mother?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, still reeling from the shock. The connection felt surreal, a thread in the tapestry of my life that I had never expected to find.
Danielle chuckled softly, a warm sound that eased the tension in my chest. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, handing it to me with a gentle smile. “I didn’t just know her; she was my first cousin.”
As I took the picture from her, tears prickled at the corners of my eyes. The photograph was worn but vibrant, capturing a moment fro
