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.

but I wanted to 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

so alone at the beginning of this semester 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,

Not even my first husband, before

did you know?”

in

was your age, actually,”

remembered the photograph that I had seen in Tiffany’s office; the photograph that contained my mother, looking happier than I had ever seen her. Had the knowledge of werewolves killed the

suddenly “I saw a picture

she

you

“Because…”

its tracks. I scrambled to my feet and ran to his bedside, grabbing his hand again. As

bending down to him and brushing a bit of

at me for a few long moments as his eyes came

his dry lips. I grabbed a cup of water and lifted his

be okay,”

after what she had just told me. She kept my true identity hidden 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 on it None of that mattered now, though. What

with a sly

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

tears in

in then with two

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