Chapter 30 — The Mother Who Lied
The gun in Elena's hand did not move.
Neither did Victoria.
For twenty-nine years, Victoria had imagined what it would feel like to see her mother again.
She had imagined tears.
An embrace.
Questions.
Maybe anger.
She had never imagined a gun.
Especially one pointed at Richard.
And she had never imagined seeing her sister standing behind the glass, silently warning her not to trust the woman who had given birth to her.
Victoria's eyes moved between them.
“Mom?”
Elena's expression broke.
For one second, she looked less like the mysterious administrator of Genesis and more like the mother Victoria remembered.
The woman who used to brush her hair before bed.
The woman who sang when storms frightened her.
The woman who promised she would always
