Ella
I froze, too stunned to even speak.
Lilith was… my mother?
My mother. As in… my very much dead mother who I had never truly gotten to know because she had passed away when I was just a baby.
For a moment, it seemed so absurd and impossible that I almost laughed out loud. I nearly expected Alexander, Sophia, and anyone else who might have been in on the joke to come out from behind a bush and start laughing with me, or perhaps at me.
But then I thought back to the years I’d spent with Lilith. The late-night talks. The moments when I had felt so connected to my friend that I had genuinely thought of her as a mother to me. The times when I had literally told her that I saw her that way.
Lilith had told me once that her daughter was still out there, alive and well
