Lily
The next morning arrived much faster than I expected. I barely slept because every time I closed my eyes, pieces of my childhood came back to me, but they disappeared before I could understand them. My mother’s voice, my father’s worried expression, the silver crescent charm, and that strange feeling that something had been following my family for years kept playing inside my head.
I sat near the window with the charm resting in my palm, staring at it while the morning sunlight touched its surface. It looked completely ordinary again, almost as if it had never glowed in my hands. I turned it over several times before Maya finally spoke inside my mind.
“Stop staring at it,” Maya said quietly. “It is not going to explain itself.”
“I wish it would,” I replied with a small sigh.
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