Jillian
Noah spent a long time recounting tales about our mother and I listened to it all in awe, marveling at the wonderful woman she was. Noah told me how she worried about me over the years and felt distress when she learned how my father was mistreating me. Edward always kept her imprisoned so she was never able to see me in person. I felt more than jubilant knowing that at least one of my parents loved me. It was such a regret I never got to meet her.
"So our father never knew that you were still alive?" I asked him.
He shook his head. "They made him believe they killed me after he refused to comply with their demands. And Edward was still waiting for the appropriate time to use me as his trump card."
I stared at the immaculate gardens beneath us pensively. The view, illuminated b
