HELEN
She remained seated for several moments after explaining how she had known I was dying.
I didn't know what to say to her. There were too many things I wanted to ask, and yet none of them seemed important enough to come before the one question that was still sitting heavily between us.
How much did she know?
I watched her carefully as she studied me. She seemed different from the woman I remembered, or perhaps she had simply grown older while I had spent decades convincing myself that I no longer knew her. There was still something familiar in her face, though. Something that reminded me of the woman who had once been my mother before I walked away from everything connected to her.
Seraphine finally looked down at my hands.
"Give me your hand."
I frowned. "Why?"
"Your hand, He
