LIANA’S POV
I didn’t let go of her.
Not for a second.
Even as we walked up the stairs, my hand stayed tightly wrapped around hers, as if I was afraid she would disappear if I loosened my grip. It still felt unreal—having her here, standing beside me, existing in my world.
For nineteen years, she had only been a whisper in my mind. A ghost of a dream—a ghost I didn’t know existed.
But now, she was real.
My mother. My biological mother.
Aurora Blackwood.
I swallowed against the lump rising in my throat as I led her down the hall.
“Reed, Asher, and Callum put this room together for you,” I told her, stopping in front of the door at the end of the corridor. “It’s not much, but… it’s yours.”
She turned to me, her violet eyes shining with something unreadable. “It’s perfect, Eli
