“Did you check her birthmark?” King Thorne asked, his voice hesitant but filled with hope.
Queen Seraphina didn’t look away from me. Her hands still held mine tightly, her eyes shimmering with tears. “I don’t need to check her birthmark to confirm it’s Emily,” she said softly. “I saw it in her ear. That tiny scar — she got it when I accidentally wounded her with my hairpin. I remember every detail of that day. That scar is still there. My baby is home.”
She pulled me into another embrace, one that felt like home, one I had yearned for my entire life.
But the moment of peace shattered with Wilson’s voice cutting through the room like a blade.
“Mom! Dad! Don’t believe her!”
He charged toward us and yanked me roughly out of the queen’s arms. My breath hitched at the suddenness. He stood
