Chapter 56
KEISHA “Do you know what a Velmora is?” I blinked at my grandmother from across the living room, my mind scrambling to catch up. Everyone was staring at me. Abuela sat calmly in her chair, hands folded neatly in her lap, a small knowing smile on her lips like she already expected the answer I hadn’t even figured out yet. I frowned slightly, thinking. The word tugged at something distant in my memory. Something from when I was little. Nights curled up on the couch with my cousins, Abuela’s voice weaving stories while we begged her not to stop. “I…” I hesitated. “I remember the word. I think you used to tell us about it when we were kids.” “I remember this,” Camila said suddenly, leaning forward with recognition lighting her face. “You used to tell us about it. It was a fairytale.” Abuela
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