AURORA’S POV
Still reeling from my dad's information, I wasn’t much of a conversationalist as we drove home. The mother I knew to be dead was alive. Alive this entire time. Abandoning me and my father. Feeling bad about her death was one thing, but now, feeling abandoned by her, I couldn’t even put the words to my feelings right now.
Trying to explain away the situation and placate me, my father insisted she only did it to save us both. That she loved me so much she had to let me go. She didn’t want to ruin my life by constantly being on the run from forces we couldn’t fully comprehend.
On the one hand, I understood that. I understood not wanting to drag my family, my husband and only daughter, into a dangerous situation. But to fake your death? Have someone implanted memories into my m
