Azriel: Unravelling The Past Pt. 1

I stare at the woman for whom I have been searching ever since I was capable enough to do so.

“Azriel,” she whispers, making me realize that this is not a dream and that she is standing in front of me, in flesh and blood. I inhale sharply, still tongue-tied and slightly dazed. Mom’s eyes are brimming with tears, several emotions flash and blend with each other across her face, while she too stares back.

I am not sure what I should say or do when Aysel’s voice reminds me why we are here.

“I think we should come back later,” Aysel murmurs, clearly reading the situation. I glance at her and then at Mason’s slightly surprised at his astonishment, and oddly quiet behavior. He nods jerkily, his eyes flickering back and forth between my mom and me. My heart is thumping in my chest as I watch Aysel glance at me with a small smile before walking down the stairs.

Mom suddenly gets back into action and takes a step back ushering me in. I walk inside as if in a trance because that is what this fe