~Ava
Nimueh’s voice echoed in my mind again, calm but firm.
"Tell her.
I drew in a breath, fingers curling into the edge of the seat. The silence between us stretched, but I had to speak.
“I wasn’t always with my parents,” I said quietly, turning slightly to face Luna Antoinette. “My brother and I… we were kidnapped as infants.”
Her eyes turned to me slowly, her lips parting in surprise.
“They only found me a few years ago. By the time I returned to them, my twin brother was already dead.”
A heavy silence filled the space between us, thick like fog.
“When I came back, I wasn’t a baby anymore. I was a teenager, and I didn’t even remember them. I tried to rebuild something with them, but it’s hard. It feels… forced. Like I’m trying to fit into a life that doesn’t quite feel like min
