The scream trembled the whole house. Not just the walls. The air itself. Like something inside the house would suddenly take the first breath. I ripped my head up. Noah's voice came from above. Panic. Raw. ‘LENA!’ Then Jonas. It's a shiny kid's scream. And directly below — deeper, distorted like an echo in the water — the black child. Both at the same time. ‘ES COMMT AUS DEM BETT’ The little girl in front of me — the child with my face, who is a young Aelara — resigned. Her feet did not touch the ground. She only lifted the blue book and pushed it into my hands. It was suddenly hard. Much harder than a book. Like I'm wearing the weight of years. She looked at me with quiet, dark eyes. “You need to remember who you were before the mother.” Then she dissolved. Not too water. On pages. Thousands of individual paper sheets swirled through the living room, flew against the Window, through the stairs, up. I ran. The book pressed to my chest. Steps two at once.
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