ALPHA JULIUS
I walked back to the master’s bedroom, feeling the weight of the conversation I’d just had with Ayla. My wife, Luna Martha was sitting on the edge of the bed, her hands trembling. Claudia stood beside her, concern etched on her face.
As soon as I entered, Martha’s eyes lit up with a mixture of hope and anxiety. “Julius,” she began eagerly, “does she have it? The birthmark on her back?”
I sighed, closing the door behind me. “I didn’t see it myself, but Ayla claims she does.”
Martha gasped, covering her mouth with one hand, her eyes growing misty. “Claudia also asked her about Brenda,” she added, her voice thick with emotion. “And Ayla said Brenda is her assistant. They know each other.”
I frowned. “Who exactly is Brenda?”
Claudia cleared her throat, her tone respectful
