"I don't understand. We're your parents. Harry and I. Kelvin is your brother," Kathleen replied carefully, forcing her breathing to slow down as she spoke.
The question had caught her off guard, and she struggled to keep the panic out of her voice. Why was Alina asking something so strange all of a sudden?
Alina stared at the small photograph of Kelvin when he had just been born. His soft pink skin and tiny curls of black hair looked exactly the same as the photo they kept at home.
The same blanket. The same angle. The same memory frozen in time. So how had the exact same picture appeared inside the Queen's package?
She couldn't remember anything from when she was very young. The earliest memories she had were from when Kelvin was born and the years that followed after. Everything before that was nothing but a blank fog. What had happened to her memories before then?
