Alex Russo stared out the window of her bedroom. The snow slowly fell from the clouds, blanketing the ground. There was a knock on her bedroom door and her mom walked in.
"Honey, Harper's here to see you. You've been up in your room all day, come downstairs," said Theresa.
Alex grunted, annoyed, and followed her mom downstairs. Even the sight of her best friend wouldn't cheer Alex up. Dressed in her pajamas from the night before, hair tangled in
different directions, she stomped down the stairs. She was surprised to see Justin, Max, her father Jerry, her mom, and Harper sitting on the couches watching for her to come down.
"Honey," her father began, "there's something we need to tell you. Well you just turned fifteen last week and we know you have been feeling lost and alone."
Alex's breath hitched as she found out they knew. Her father's expression turned to sorrow as he opened his mouth to speak again.
"There's something we have to tell you, sweetheart. About fourteen and a half years ago we adopted a little girl. She was daddy's little girl, Justin's sister and mommy's first daughter. We
were all excited to have you. Her name was Annabella Roth. We had her name changed to Alex Russo." Her father didn't seem too happy to tell her this, but it seemed everyone
besides Max and Harper knew. Alex could tell when she saw the looks of horror on their faces.
"Now your mother, she was a human. But your father, as it turns out, is a seraph. And we don't know how you got here, but many people say that it was destiny that you landed with us." He finished talking.
Alex took the moment to allow it to sink it. "Wait. How many people know?"