“I’m afraid I’m right, Haisley. You are not their daughter. I don’t know why they claimed Helen was the adopted one, but the truth is, you are the one who was adopted,” Hades says solemnly after I finish recounting my dream.
I can’t find the words to respond, my throat constricting as the truth sinks in. He’s right. It wasn’t just a dream, but a suppressed childhood memory that has suddenly resurfaced with startling clarity. I run shaky hands through my disheveled hair, exhaling a ragged sigh as turmoil swirls within me.
Hades moves closer, kneeling before me and taking my trembling hands in his. His thumbs trace soothing circles over my knuckles as he tries to calm the storm raging inside me. “You know, it also explains a lot of things now. Why they were so hell-bent on you being my wif
