SONYA'S POV
"Yeah. I heard." Phoebe's voice is gentle. "That's a lot to process."
"I don't even know how to process it," I admit. "I mean, Bridget is my mom. She raised me, loved me, she was there for every scraped knee and broken heart. But apparently she's not... she didn't..." The words stick in my throat.
"She didn't give birth to you," Phoebe finishes quietly. "But that doesn't make her any less your mother, Sonya. Biology isn't everything."
"I know that. Logically, I know that." I wipe my eyes. "But there's this woman I've never met, Selene, who apparently sacrificed herself to keep me safe. Who looks exactly like me. Who is my biological mother. And I don't know how to feel about that."
"You don't have to know right now. You're allowed to be confused."
"I saw her picture. Melv
