Nathan
“My name is Arianna,” she says through tears.
“Arianna,” I whisper as I stroke her hair. It will be all right, my love.”
She buries her face in my chest and sobs. I gently walk us over to the bed and sit down. I hold her tight. “I remember everything,” she says.
I had just finished my last interrogation of Charlotte Blackburn when I sensed Arianna’s sadness and distress, so I ran up here and followed her scent. I learned some important information from Charlotte that I wanted to share with her. But that would have to wait.
“She knew,” she sobs. “Mom,” She pauses. “Charlotte knew.”
I wipe the tears from her beautiful face, “You know?” I ask.
Those green eyes sparkle as she looks up at me. “She knew,” she mutters.
“Did you remember something?” I ask.
She shakes her head, “I
