VESPERA’S POV
"You weren't supposed to find out that I saved the wrong child." She whispered.
My mother's words shattered something inside me.
For seven years, I had imagined what I would say if I ever found Seraphine Vale again. I had pictured anger, tears, questions about my father's death, and every sleepless night I had spent wondering whether she was alive.
I had never imagined standing in an underground facility while she told me she had saved the wrong daughter.
"What does that mean? Who was the right child?" My voice sounded unfamiliar.
My mother looked past me toward the chamber containing the little girl.
"Not here." She said.
"Absolutely not. You don't get to appear after seven years and tell me I was the wrong child without explaining yourself." I said.
Her expression
