“My sister.”
My heart resumed its wild pounding as I whispered. “Your sister?” If Harriet was his sister and he’s my uncle then… “My mother?”
I stared at him, my head spinning. “You know my mother?”
He nodded solemnly. “I knew your mother, Lily and I know so much more.”
I could only sit there, stunned, while he took a hesistant step to where I was. “You have no idea how long I’ve been looking for you,” he murmured. “How long I’ve searched. I was almost going to lose hope but the gods brought you to me,” a tear rolled down his cheek.
No one has ever cried to see me before, so it was a strange experience, so strange that I didn’t know how to react.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. This was too much. I just stared at him, trying to process his words. My mother. This man knew my
