Serena's POV
After Vaelen left, I sat down again on the bed. The room was quiet. Only the sound of the wind touching the window.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my thoughts. I told myself not to think too much now. Not about him. Not about them.
I had chosen this path myself. I would walk it till the end. No matter how hard it became.
The brothers... I pushed them into a corner of my mind. I'd think about them later. When I was ready. For now, I had work to do.
I pulled out a small notebook from under my pillow. It was simple, with pages filled with scribbles and glued notes. I opened it and started pasting the new papers I had collected over the past few days.
On every page, there were names. Words. Symbols only I could understand.
In the center, written darker than all others, was one name... Elarliya.
My so-called fake mother.
My hand stopped for a moment when I looked at that name. My chest felt tight again, but I didn't let it stop me.
