Jo-anne POV
West was sleeping soundly in their bed, Belinda had told her he would likely be out for quite a while, but that she was certain he would be okay. She’d sat with him curled around her for almost an hour, before slipping from the bed.
She was currently sitting with her head in her hands, her elbows on her knees just staring at the vial of Belinda’s blood. A part of her wanted nothing to do with the memories it would hold. But some other part of her wanted to know just what her mother had gone through. She had no idea what she would actually see, how bad it was going to be. Did she really want all that knowledge?
Her mother did not want to relive it, but thought that Jo-anne had a right to know everything to go along with her lineage. She was sitting alone in the living room o
