"Are you alright, Zion?" Yale asked, turning to me the moment she saw that I am pressing my temples in pain.
"I am fine," I said, sighing the moment I placed the book down, brows slightly furrowed as I stared at nothing in the distance. "Just having the occasional flashbacks, no big deal."
"I … see," Yale said, looking at me with concern before I dismissed her and stared at the picture of my mother. I could not look at her for too long, we look far too alike for me to feel comfortable. "You look exactly like her, Zion."
"Yeah," I said, walking to the window and staring out it to the massive acre of land in front of us. All empty except for the grass growing all over it. "The similarities are uncanny, aren't they?"
