I didn’t sleep.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the journal.
To my daughter, Sienna.
The words refused to leave me alone.
By sunrise, I was sitting on the balcony outside our bedroom, wrapped in a blanket, watching the city wake up.
The balcony door slid open.
Lucien stepped outside carrying two mugs.
“I guessed.”
He handed one to me.
I smiled faintly.
“Hot chocolate?”
“You still wrinkle your nose at coffee.”
Despite everything…
I laughed.
He sat beside me.
For a while, we watched the sunrise in silence.
“You don’t have to come with me.”
I said quietly.
“To the lab.”
“I’m coming.”
“You have enough problems.”
“So do you.”
I looked at him.
“This could change everything.”
“I know.”
“What if…”
The question caught in my throat.
“What if I’m not who I think I am?”
