JUNE THIRD
My Dearest Sophia Jane,
As I write these words, my heart swells with different emotions—love, regret, and a longing for the life we could have shared together. There are truths about your past that you deserve to know, truths that have been hidden for far too long.
You are not just Sophia Jane, the name we truly gave you. You are a child of love and defiance, born in the shadows of a friendship that turned into betrayal. You are the daughter of Vlad Martin and Harper Martin, who loved you dearly since you were in the stomach.
Your father's ambition to protect us led to his demise, and I was left alone to navigate a world of danger.
You, my beautiful Jane, are the legacy of that love—a love that faced adversity and tragedy. As a mother, my heart ached when circumstances forc
