“What did your aunt tell you about your mother?” “That she was beautiful. Clever. Kind. That I looked just like her.” He nods. “That she loved me. That she’d been so desperate to have me. That I was the …” my lip trembles and a tear rolls down my cheek, “that I was the light in her life.” The man in black steps forward and cupping my jaw, lifts my face to his and wipes away the tear from my cheek. “I think you may be the light in mine too, Rhianna,”
