I nearly fainted. Brianna had an adult daughter? When? How? That was impossible, wasn’t it? My dead cousin was only a year older than me, so how could she have birthed a fully grown woman like this one?

“I don’t understand,” I said.

“My mother was Brianna Miner, from the Moon Pack,” she said. “She lived in the mountains where everyone called her Nana.”

I exhaled loudly with relief. “Good gracious, you almost scared me,” I said.

“Do you know of another Brianna?” She asked.

“Yeah, but she’s dead now. Thankfully.”

“Wow…”

“I know how that sounds, but trust me, she was a bad person,” I assured her. “The world...