Blood in the Mirror
POV: Diana
Gina’s voice was soft, almost reverent, but the words struck like thunder.
“It’s your blood… but not from your father’s side.”
I stood frozen unable to process it right away. My mind reached for clarity but found only dust and shadows.
Not my father’s side?
Then
“My mother ” I whispered.
My voice barely registered like it had been pulled from the memory of a dream. I felt Cameron's hand on my back grounding me but my chest tightened as something deep and old stirred inside me. Something I had buried a long time ago. A feeling I hadn’t let surface in years.
Memories of her.
Of the way, she used to brush my hair in silence. How she always smiled with sad eyes. The scent of rosewater and burnt lavender that followed her everywhere. She used to sing wh
