A woman’s voice could be heard humming a lullaby that I recognized instantly—it sounded like Mockingbird. Aunt Delilah. Bella, you must leave right away! “Sweetheart, don’t turn around.” My mother pushed me aside. “Keep in mind that the man with the butterfly tattoo is the
only person you should trust.” Isabella, the moon goddess, herself, has chosen him for you. In the end, he will sacrifice his life to assist and safeguard you. I was unable to comprehend a word she said. “When your paths do eventually cross, you must recognize him because he will protect you with his life and without him you won’t be able to fulfill your destiny.” Whoever he was back then, why wasn’t he here to defend me now that I needed him? A guy with a butterfly tattoo would protect me? My mother spoke in bizarre, cryptic riddles that were always difficult to grasp; after all, she was endowed with the ability to see into the future. She carefully placed me beneath the fireplace, and all I could do was gaze at he
