Chapter Fifty-Two: Oops

Even after a decent night's sleep a lie still hadn't magically popped into my head. But I figured, for now, I was safe from having to think of one.

Instead, I was relishing in my alone time.

I kept staring at the mark in the mirror, all of my hair dangling on the left side of my face. I had my neck positioned awkwardly but from the angle I was at, I could see the minuscule crescent. It was settled neatly in the flesh behind my ear.

It was odd looking at it, knowing what it was. But as I thought back to my conversation with Elijah last night, I couldn't stop my growing curiosity.

The pain in his eyes, the way he deflated at the end of our talk. They were two things that aided in my partially restless dreams.

Truth be told, I didn't remember much of my mother. She had died when I was still young, so most of my memories were in spurts or blurry at best. I remembered things about her, like her kindness and how we had inherited her ice blue eyes and light blonde hair. But the rest