“I’m your mother.”
The words echoed through my head again and again, making me unable to speak.
“No… no, it can't be. How?” I asked as tears dropped down my face.
“It’s not true… it can’t be true,” I said, shaking my head.
“Hazel, it is,” she said, turning to face me.
“I can explain,” she added.
“But I have a mother and a father… how could you say you're my mother? I don't get it,” I asked.
“The mark on your neck… how did I know it was there?” she asked.
I raised my head to look at her in shock.
“I placed it there,” she said.
I froze to the bone as a chill ran down my spine.
“Your mother… her name is Elise. Elise Macelion. And your father… his name is Marcus Macelion,” she said.
I stared in shock.
I couldn't bear it anymore, so I ran out.
I needed fresh air. This house had no
