Secrets of the Past

“Bella, what did you do? ” I asked, voice pulsing as I goggled at the faded snap in my hand. The dim light of the safehouse’s study slightly illuminated the room, but it was enough for me to make out the cryptic symbols scribbled along the reverse of the image. I could still hear the echo of my family’s rumored advising “ There are effects in our history that some of us would rather forget. ”

I was n’t sure why I was clinging this relic from a time long gone, ...