“There are a lot of mixed feelings when it comes to her.” He says, watching my reaction. I nod, swallowing thickly.
“What do you think of her?” I ask and he smiles sadly.
“From all of the rumors and stories, she seems like a young girl who was forced to be a part of something she shouldn’t have been a part of. I am reserving any other judgment until I meet her though.” He answers and I nod as he eyes me scrutinizingly.
“What is it?” He asks and I swallow. I don’t want to tell him about Ziana, but he deserves to know about mom and aunt Rose. The look of concern in his eye makes my decision for me. He is a good man and I know that he will think the way I do.
“The reason Ziana pushed us away wasn’t necessarily because we re-traumatized her.” I begin. “When she was a child she was forced t
