“What’s going on, why are you crying?” The last time she had seen me cry was the day Christian had died.
“Ever since that morning my ears started bleeding, I’ve been having blackouts,” I said to her and she looked at me.
“Kiran, that was two weeks ago! Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked me. She wasn’t angry but worried. I was worried too.
“I didn’t really realize what was happening to me. At first, it was just an hour or two, today it was eight hours,” I said to her as she looked at me, worry creasing her face.
“I thought it was the magic at first, part of the recovering phase, but this isn’t normal and I wondered if Karani’s books could tell me anything about it.” I showed her the book.
“I didn’t want to worry you because there’s nothing you can do to fix me, and I wanted to wait and
