Chapter 89: The Blanket and the Photograph

Nina

My eyes widened at my mother’s

words. “What?” I asked, momentarily pulling away from Taylor as my hands started

to shake. “How do you–”

My mother sighed and bowed her head. She was silent for several long moments that felt like an eternity before looking back up at me with tears in her eyes and speaking again. There’s so much I haven’t told you, Nina,” she said. She patted the seat next to her

I stood there for a few moments, blinking incredulously, before slowly and warily sitting down. My mother turned toward me in her chair and took both of my shaking hands, squeezing them gently as she leaned closer to me.

“I found the baby picture in your room when I went to visit you,” she said, reaching into her pocket with one hand and producing the photograph. I snatched it away and stared at it for several moments before looking back up at her.

“Why didn’t you say anything then?” I

asked.

My mother sighed again. “I wanted to be sure before I said anything that might scare you,” she replied, then reached out and tapped the part of the photograph that showed the blanket with the oddly familiar pattern on it.” You were wrapped in that blanket when I found you. This picture was tucked into your basket, too. It was burned like this already, though, if it wasn’t, I would’ve found your real parents by now”

I didn’t know what to say.

be completely sure that you were one before I scared you. You never showed any signs of being one, so I thought it was just a coincidence. But when I

when I first learned about werewolves being real, when I could have had my mother there to guide me. If only she had been open about things with me,

mother nodded. “I’ve never told anyone. Not even my first

did you know?”

werewolves in

was your age, actually,”

my mother, looking happier than I had ever seen her. Had the

suddenly “I saw a picture of you with

mother’s eyes widened for a moment before she reluctantly nodded. “Yes. I

didn’t you

“Because…”

both to jump, halting our conversation in its tracks. I scrambled to my feet and ran to his

of brown hair out

few long moments as his eyes came into focus before a slight smile twitched at the corners

Big sister…” he croaked, licking his dry lips. I grabbed a cup of water and lifted his head to help him drink, then laid him back

be

my entire life… And she hadn’t even had the decency to ever show me the two things that may have linked me to my past the picture and the blanket with the strange pattern

a sly smirk “I’m a

We made up our own superheroes when we were little and would play as them day in and day out, pretending to save the world from evil, only stopping when it was time to go home for dinner. Even as teenagers, we would still talk about our game. Taylor always liked to draw, so he often drew our superheroes, saying that one

I said, laughing through the tears

then with two nurses, interrupting

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