Chapter 48
Moana’s POV
I was sitting on the sofa, my legs curled under me, trying to focus on my sketchpad. I had opened it earlier to distract myself, but I found it impossible to think about anything that wasn’t still tangled in my head. Every thought seemed to circle back to the same questions. Was the reason the lady that kidnapped me really true? Why now? And what secrets were these people hiding from me, secrets my own mother seemed unwilling to share?
Finally, after what felt like endless silence, my mother and Alex appeared at the doorway. I could see the hesitation in their posture, the way they glanced at each other like they were trying to build courage for what they needed to say. My mother’s lips were pressed into a thin line, and Alex’s hands were tucked into his pockets,
