Chapter 40

Selena’s pov

A woman came forward. She walked slowly but her steps felt older than the trees. She was dressed in white like them, but her hair was white not in age but like moon smoke.

Her eyes were bright green. It was the same type of green that warmed the face of my father.

And when she smiled. It was the kind of smile that made your chest hurt because it felt so much like home.

I had never met my grandmother before. Because she died when I was still a baby. My parents told me so much about her. They told me that she loved me even before I came into the world. And from everything that my parents had told me about my grandmother, I could already tell who the woman was.

“Grandma?” I whispered, breathless.

They nodded. “Your grandmother,” my father said.

She moved and stood in front of me. She held my face with her two hands. Her touch felt like home and like a strange new song. “Selena,” she said, and her voice was soft but it reached me to my bones. “My little one. I prayed I wo