Zayla
I stood in utter shock, debating whether to turn around and leave, but I felt an intense pull to open the trunk. I wanted to know—no, I needed to know what was there. Why was I feeling the pull? As I lifted the lid, I noticed pictures, letters, and a purple wooden jewelry box.
I found a picture of two babies held by a man and a woman with similar features. The woman had long raven black hair with hints of purple, jade-colored eyes with a hint of green, and was beautiful. The man had short black hair with blue eyes, and both of them had mocha skin.
Many questions plagued my mind, and I wondered if they were connected to the weird things happening to me. Who was this couple? And the babies? Was one of them me? And who was the other baby? I turned the picture over, and it had only o
