Velaria Mary Storm“That’s my mother.”The words left my mouth sharper than I intended, cutting through the room like a blade.Three sets of eyes turned to me at once. Silence followed—thick, heavy, almost cautious. They all understood immediately. I saw it in the way their expressions shifted.“Oh…” Lorenzo breathed softly.I laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Oh?” I echoed, my voice rising. “That’s it? That’s all you have to say?”Valentino tilted his head slightly, studying me. “You’ve never spoken about her.”“There’s nothing to speak about,” I fired back too quickly. My pulse was racing now, my chest tight. “She left. I was a child, and she walked away like I was something she could set down and forget. So forgive me if I don’t feel overwhelmed with joy about her sudden desire to reappear.”The room went quiet again.Vincenzo folded his arms, leaning back against the table. “You hate her.”“I do.” The answer came out steady—but inside, I felt anything but steady. My throat b
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