Page 61 of Protected by the Fallen

“Why?”

Light footsteps sound against the cobblestone. I already know who I will see before I bother to turn around.

Am I ready for this?

The steps continue their approach.

It doesn’t look like I have a choice.

Slowly, I pivot my feet and face the direction of the exit.

There, with green hedges framing the background, stands a woman with dark ebony hair, and eyes the color of the purest crystal, her irises almost white. She wears dark blue jeans and a flowing floral top, with matching ballet flats. Her style is youthful, matching her flawless complexion.

My soul stirs with recognition, confirming the female is who I think she is.

“Hello, Veronica,” her pastel pink lips part into a lovely smile.

I struggle to speak. It takes me a minute to swallow the lump in my throat. “Hello?”

Her eyes shine in the sunlight. “Do you know who I am?”

Yes.“No.”

Her smile is patient, and I feel an undeniable sense of comfort emanating off of her, wrapping me in its warmth.

“My name is Dina, and I’m your mother. It is nice to finally meet you, my little Curse One.”

TO BE CONTINUED.