AVA’S POV
My mother’s handwriting danced across the yellowed pages like a whisper from a different world.
I sat on the bed, towel still clinging to my damp skin, the cold leather of the journal grounding me as everything else inside felt like it was spinning. The rain outside had stopped, leaving only a haunting stillness that matched the storm inside my chest.
Each page I turned pulled me deeper into a story I never knew existed—a story where my mother wasn’t just a nurse or a gentle-hearted Omega who’d died too young. She had been part of something much, much bigger.
“To my daughter, Ava. If you’re reading this… then the lies have already started to unravel. You need to know the truth before someone else tries to rewrite it.”
My throat tightened.
“I never meant for you to grow up u
