Nicole
“What is it? Am I adopted or something? Are you not my mother? Is Stephen actually my dad?” I ask almost hysterical. The look on my mom’s face is scaring me.
“What? No! None of that. You watch way too many dramas.” My mom answers me.
“Then what is it?” Stephen asks. “Why do you look like someone just spit in your grits?” My mom lets out a long sigh and my dad grabs her hand to comfort her.
“It is very possible that Nicole has hybrid blood, doctor,” My mom states. “And Stephen too.”
“Wait, mom. What are you talking about?” Stephen asks, but I just look on with disbelief.
“I’m a Nymph, well, was a Nymph.” My mom keeps her attention on the doctor as she speaks. It’s as if she couldn’t bring herself to look at me or Stephen, even though we are both burning holes into her skin
