#Chapter113
Sierra
/"I came East from where I was, and I'm linked to her son./" I repeat robotically, still looking at him with a quizzical expression on my face and trying to figure out what his vague statements mean. He's lost in his own head.
/"Tell me…. What does the name Marina mean to you?/" He narrows his eyes on me, leaning in as though telling me a secret of the utmost importance, and her name falls off his tongue like a lead rod that stabs me in the heart.
I gasp at the utterance of it on this man's lips, my blood running cold as he says it, and I openly stifle a sob such is the unexpected pain of hearing it. A name that died when she did, and no one has uttered it in a decade.
/"She was my mother…./" I whisper it painfully, that same rise of heartache anytime I begin to think of her and have to stop my own tears from breaking free.
