away, a film of tears covering her eyes.
Rebecca stared at the obituary. Lisa Wood.
“Why is this so important?” Nina asked.
Nina wrapped her arm around Rebecca, but she shrugged it off,
collapsing on her knees. Nina stepped out, closing the bedroom
door. Rebecca buried her face in her palms, body shaking with
every sob.
“I have been an outcast in every one of my foster families. None
of them knew my parents. Is it wrong for me to wonder what you
know?”
“What do you mean, an outcast?” Nina asked, wrapping her
wrinkled hands around Rebecca’s.
“I have violet eyes. People think I’m a freak. They don’t even look
at my face when I talk to them.” Rebecca pulled her hands away,
clasping them in her lap.
“Your mother had violet eyes. You have her hair too. Shiny and
black.”
“Did she have the same white stripe in her hair?”
“Yes, she did. She told me it was a birthmark.” Tears welled up in
Nina’s eyes. “She was a remarkable woman.”
“She saved my life. On my birthday, when the