Our conversation from last evening still played in my mind as I got out of literature class the next day.
That man was their father. Did that mean the child was Lucifer? I recalled seeing the mark on Lucifer’s back that carved his back from left to right, moving to his hip. Was he that boy? But how was it possible? How could I see that memory or whatever it was? After losing my sleep over it last night, I had made up my mind that I would speak to Avo about it, only to find out in the morning that he left with Lucifer and Set. Apparently, something urgent came up again. They had told me that they would be making some inquiries over the next few weeks, but I didn’t think they would leave so soon.
I was still fidgeting with my locket when one of the girls passing by gave me a warm smile, th
