SERENA’S POV
Kyle looked at me for a moment. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a photograph. “Do you know who this is?”
He held it out to me. My breath caught. It was my mother. Though she looked younger than I had ever seen her in the pictures at home. Her hair was longer, and she was smiling at whoever had taken the photograph.
I had seen pictures of her before. But this one was different. It felt like I was looking at a person I had never known instead of the mother I had spent my entire life imagining.
“How do you have a picture of my mother?” Kyle sat down. “She was my father's youngest sister, which makes her my aunt and you my cousin.”
I looked back at the photograph. For years, my mother had existed in my mind as a handful of pictures and stories. She had died w
