"That's a lot of story. How much of it is actually true?"
They had left behind what remained of Greenshire hours ago. And although she had told Moira she would return to Landon today, Vica had known for a while now that would never happen. Landon was in the past. Their trials were real and the sickness gouging, and she couldn't bear to think about the huddled orphans deposited there who would remember this winter forever as the most terrible of their lives. But she didn't have a place there. Neither to change things nor to comfort them. And what did that leave her to do? Watch them suffer?
It was better this way, leaving them so they never had to encounter her again. She couldn't handle looking in their eyes and knowing it had been her hands, her will that had inflicted everything that h
