Riley's POV 

I blinked, trying to picture it.

“I used to braid your hair for you,” she continued, her voice calmer now but still filled with something emotional. “And sometimes I had to help you get dressed because you were always too impatient to do it properly.”

I frowned slightly. “That doesn’t sound like me,” I said, even though part of me already knew she wasn’t lying.

She smiled a little, like she expected me to say that. “It is you,” she said. “Every part you Aem” She called in short which made pause for a minute, it sounded too familiar, like something that had been branded in my memory...