If you're reading this, it means that you finally opened the locket, my love. My prognosis is bad and I'm afraid that I don't have much time left to wait till you've come of age. I'm so sorry that I hid the truth from you for such a long time but it was the best I could do, that we could do to protect you. To make sure you stayed alive. If you've not already figured this out, I'll tell you. Christian and I are not your biological parents. I never got a chance to meet your father but your mother was the sweetest person there was and no, she didn't abandon you. She needed a place to hide you from some really bad people that wanted to take you because you were special and different. Like your real father was. She took her last breath after cradling you in her arms. I'm sorry that I couldn't
