Elena pov
"Mommy, what's wrong?" Henry asked, his voice shaking.
He passed the phone to me.
"Hey Scarlett, there's a mark on your son's arm. I just called your friend Ana to come check it out because it's a..." I paused, her scream cutting me off.
"What did you tell Ana?" she demanded, my heart racing as I carefully made my way to the couch. "I mentioned the mark on your son's arm; it looks like a disease," I stammered, anxiety coursing through me.
"Shut up! That’s not a disease; it’s an ancient birthmark I’ve been hiding, Elena," she growled, using my name, which meant she was serious.
"Call that witch, Ana, and tell her it was just a prank. Don’t let her examine Henry; that’s my heritage, Elena," she muttered, her voice trailing off as I sensed she was already in tears.
I sat the
