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.

I wanted to be completely sure that you were one before I scared you. You never showed any

werewolves being real, when I could

Not even my first husband, before we

did you know?” I

werewolves in college

was your age, actually,”

the photograph that contained my mother, looking happier than I had ever seen her. Had the knowledge of werewolves killed the light in

said suddenly “I saw a picture of you with

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

didn’t you tell

“Because…”

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

I whispered, bending down to him and brushing a bit of brown hair out of his eyes. “It’s me.

came into focus before a slight smile twitched

water and lifted his head to help him drink, then laid him back down

gonna be

my entire life… And she hadn’t even had the decency to ever show me the two things that

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 game. Taylor always liked to draw, so he often

laughing through the tears in my eyes.

with two nurses, interrupting

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