Chapter Twenty-Nine
Faith
Atty was resting on one of the padded benches in the living room when Dahyan returned. She sat up as the woman tip-toed through the front door, surprising the warrior.
“Atty?”
Atty’s impulse was to automatically correct her, but she managed to hold her tongue. Dahyan gave her an understanding look and walked over to take a seat across from her.
“You talked about me, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
When the woman didn’t elaborate, Atty persisted. “What did you discuss?”
“You tell me.”
Atty gave a little exasperated sigh. “Why won’t you tell me the truth?”
“Because you already know the truth.”
Atty searched the older woman’s face, looking for a clue as to what she was thinking. All she saw was weariness.
“That man, the one with the light hair, he says he’s my husba
