(Isla)
I couldn't move as I stared at the woman standing outside the home. She looked nothing like the mother I had imagined during the journey here because she was far too young. Dark hair fell past her back, and her eyes were the same ones I'd seen whenever I looked at my reflection. Vaela came closer inside me.
'That's her,' Vaela said. 'I know her.' I couldn't understand how she could be so certain about a woman we'd never met. Yet something inside me already believed her.
The woman remained where she was, staring at me as though she couldn't move either. Her eyes went to the necklace around my neck before returning to my face. Her hand covered her mouth. Tears filled her eyes.
"Isalienne," she said. Her voice broke around the name. Hearing it from her was different from reading it
