Elena
I told Killian all about my visit with Alice, and he seemed pleased that I had reconnected with my adoptive mother. I didn’t show him the necklace at first, wanting to keep that small piece of myself to myself.
I had very little memory of my parents, even though I can recall being young. It’s like they were erased from the past. The most I knew was that they both died very young in an accident and I was adopted.
But the necklace gave me a certain kind of hope. Even if I couldn’t be reunited with my parents, maybe I could still learn more about them and become closer to them in that way.
“I think it’s great,” Killian told me over dinner, “reconnecting with Alice when she needs it most. You’re the family she has left.”
He cooked again, this time a passable pasta with basil pest
