“Yes. Once you got older and didn’t show signs of having magic, she grew suspicious. She made a comment here or there, and, and I knew she knew what you were. By then, it was too late. I couldn’t let her think you were a shaman; I worried what she would do. Hiding it was the best I could do to keep you safe. I’m so sorry you had to go through that as a child. I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with my mess.”
I sucked in a deep breath and chewed my bottom lip. Tears threatened to escape. Hearing an apology for my childhood was the last thing I expected out of coming here.
I’ve wondered why things were the way they were for so long. I never thought I’d get an answer, let alone an apology. No one even acknowledged what happened or how wrong it was.
My hands shook, and I rubbed them on my jeans.
