He added, "One of our ancestors, Michaela, told us that she once had a daughter named Roxanna, and… she predicted that her daughter would come into this world sooner or later."
Her lips slowly parted, but no words came out. Everything she had just heard felt too strange and too impossible to accept.
Daughter?
She had never known anything about her biological mother. All her life, the caretakers at the orphanage told her the same story: she had been left at their doorstep on the night the first snow fell.
It was a bitterly cold night, and they said she would not have survived if one of them hadn't opened the door.
Because of that story, Roxanna grew up believing only one thing; her mother must have hated her enough to abandon her, not caring whether she lived or died.
