Elara’s POV~
Dad seemed stronger this morning, his cheeks were less swollen, and his eyes somewhat brighter. Yet there was still such a frailty to him that it twisted my heart.
I held onto my notebook whose well-worn pages contained remnants of my former life and clues I’d assembled in this one. I’d come to see how he was, but also to dig for answers — answers about the shooting, about the poison, about the shadows that had followed me through two lifetimes. My parents’ deaths had been passed off as an accident in my past life, but I’d eavesdropped on their whispers of liquid silver, just like the poison that most recently almost claimed Dad. I couldn’t leave it alone, not when every instinct told me that the truth was close by somewhere.
Dad,” I said, wrapping my hands around his hand and placing my notebook on my lap. “You look better today.” I smiled, but my heart raced with the question I was about to ask.
His hand squeezed mine gently and he laughed feebly. “Better’s relative, ki
