I nearly fainted. Brianna had an adult daughter? When? How? That was impossible, wasn’t it? My dead cousin was only a year older than me, so how could she have birthed a fully grown woman like this one?
“I don’t understand,” I said.
“My mother was Brianna Miner, from the Moon Pack,” she said. “She lived in the mountains where everyone called her Nana.”
I exhaled loudly with relief. “Good gracious, you almost scared me,” I said.
“Do you know of another Brianna?” She asked.
“Yeah, but she’s dead now. Thankfully.”
“Wow…”
“I know how that sounds, but trust me, she was a bad person,” I assured her. “The world is a better place without her.”
She smiled in response.
“I didn’t know Nana had a daughter,” I said. “She never mentioned you when I was with her.”
“I’m sure she didn’t,” said th
