Roisin
I sat there, staring at the photos of Azmariah and Visaris. Each one felt like a punch to the gut, not because of the love they shared, but because of how familiar it all felt to me—too familiar, really. My hands trembled as I closed the album and set it on my lap, my mind whirling with confusion, fear, and a strange sense of belonging I couldn't understand.
I took a shaky breath, lifting my gaze to Visaris. He was watching me closely, his sharp green eyes piercing through the haze of my thoughts. I’d been holding this in for so long, terrified of what he might say, terrified of the truth. But I couldn't hide anymore. Not when I felt this... this undeniable connection to Azmariah that made no sense.
“I don’t remember the first ten years of my life,” I blurted out, my voice shaki
