Giovanni’s POV

The world around me seemed to blur as I stared at my mother, her words echoing in my mind.

“Because she is your sister.”

Sister.

Zoraya was our sister.

I opened my mouth to speak, to question, to demand answers, but no words came. I turned to Aaron, hoping he would say something, but he was just as stunned.

His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, his jaw set tight as he struggled to process the revelation.

“Mother,” I finally managed ...