-Tinsley POV-
As my father looks at me, two men bring out a gold heavily embraided box and hand it to my father.
“We are here to celebrate my daughter coming back to us. She was taken from us. We mourned her loss but we never stopped looking. We knew she was out there somewhere. But... she was taken because she was different."
(Different?)
Everyone quietly listens.
“Our daughter... was born a true hollow.” He says.
Some people gasp and whisper. Some start to clap and some still look surprised, like Mercer, my cousins, and my sister. I am just looking at all of them confused.
Everyone’s eyes are now on me.
I walk closer. “What do you mean?” I ask looking at my father.
“You were born with red eyes. It is not normal for us to have red eyes.” He says. “It is rare when someone
