LENA. “Lena, what is that in your hand?” Tracy's voice sounded in my ears, and I panicked; my hands shook, so I dropped the bag in my hand. Her eyes trailed what had dropped in my hand and she hurried over to me. I kept staring at her, as if I didn't know what was going on, while praying that she wouldn’t find out I hadn't lost my memory. She grabbed the bag and pulled out the contents. “The vase fell,” I said lowering my gaze to the pictures she brought out. They were pictures of Royce. There were many of them. Royce and his brothers. I remembered he had told me he had ten brothers and he was the last and weakest of them all. That was why he was doing all these, looking for powers. Trying to take my baby’s powers. “Royce used to be very sweet. I mean before everyone started to bully him, his brothers included.” She raised her head, her gaze softening. “Then, they started to call him a weakling. They made fun of him for being short and thin. He used to cry so much back then…”
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