The words did not leave the room.
They stayed there.
Hanging.
Heavy.
“Maybe your mother is a Siren.”
No one spoke.
Not immediately.
The silence that followed was not confusion—it was realization slowly taking shape.
Tracy stood still, her eyes fixed on Mama Mira.
For a moment, it felt like the ground beneath her had shifted.
A Siren?
Her mother?
Her thoughts tried to reject it—but everything she had seen, everything she had felt…
It all pointed in the same direction.
Her breath came slower now.
Controlled.
But her heart—
It refused to settle.
“That’s not possible,” one of her friends said quietly.
But even that sounded uncertain.
Tracy didn’t respond.
She couldn’t.
Not yet.
Because something inside her was already beginning to understand.
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