were.?
?So who do I look like? ? Helen asked.
?We don?t want to jump to conclusions. Maybe you have some
pictures, or some video of your mother? Then we might be able to
confirm who she was,? Castor said eagerly, like they were close to
figuring out a huge puzzle that had been troubling them.
?I have nothing. No pictures,? Helen replied in a flat voice. Cassandra
exhaled sharply and nodded her head at some internal
thought.
?To protect you, probably. If she severed all ties with you and
made sure you grew up on a small island with a limited group of
friends it was less likely that a rival House would discover you,?
Cassandra observed as if she was a detective gathering together all
the clues.
?Apparently, that didn?t work,? Helen scoffed.
?It did for a long while, but the Furies would not allow it forever,?
Castor said quietly.
Helen ran the charm of her necklace along its chain, and held it
out for Castor and Cassandra to look at. ?This is all I got from her.
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A piece of jewelry. Does it mean anything to you?? she asked
intensely.
A part of her had always hoped that her necklace was important?
that maybe someday it would answer all her questions. In her
wildest daydreams she imagined it being the talisman that would
someday guide her to her mother. Cassandra and Castor studied
the heart charm carefully, but there was nothing special about it.
?It?s very pretty,? Cassandra said kindly.
?It is, isn?t it? But it?s from Tiffany so there are probably thousands
just like it. It?s just that this is all I have,? Helen said, the