The air in the room felt thick with tension as I stood across from Talia, my heart racing. Every word I had said to her up to this point had been driven by desperation, a hunger for answers that gnawed at me, and yet, the silence between us felt even more suffocating. She wasn’t saying anything. She wasn’t even moving.
“Talia,” I pressed, my voice tight with urgency. “Tell me what you know. I need to understand. What am I to this world? Why am I so important?”
She shifted uncomfortably, eyes darting to the side before meeting mine again. For a brief moment, I saw her struggle—an internal battle that mirrored my own. But then, slowly, she took a deep breath, as though resigning herself to the inevitable.
“Lena,” she began, her voice softer than I expected. “You’ve always been more than j
