"Eira..." Neveah murmured slowly, her eyes widened slightly and her heart trembled within her chest as she read through the note over and over again, yet each read did not make it any easier to comprehend.
Before her eyes was the very first mention of her mother in eighteen years, giving her the one thing Neveah had sought for so desperately, the only thing that had kept her tied to her father's side for so long,
Not daring to disobey or harbor any opinions for fear that she would lose the only chance to ever know her mother.
She had begged her father time and time again for years to tell her something, anything about her mother... anything at all.
Yet not once has he let anything slip, other than when he compared her personality to that of her mother's in a ridiculing way, so what exactly was this?
