Jasmine's POV
The quiet hum of Phil's car filled the space around me as we pulled away from the bookshop. My fingers traced the edges of the letter tucked safely in my purse, though my mind remained anchored to that small, cluttered store where Chloe had shared her truth.
Questions swirled through my thoughts, yet beneath the uncertainty lay something unexpected. Peace. The kind that settles deep in your chest after years of holding your breath.
Chloe had given me what I never realized I desperately needed. The missing pieces of Aunt Naia's story. The reason behind the nightmares that had plagued me for so long.
I leaned back against the leather seat, watching the overcast sky deepen into evening shades.
Just as my eyelids grew heavy, Judy stirred within me.
"That was necessary," she murmured, her voice like silk against my consciousness. "She showed us who we truly are. Chosen. Powerful. Capable of changing everything."
