Her mother had thrown a fit, practically screaming that Anna had betrayed their family. Sierin Lenai liked Justice Keepers just fine, but she didn't want one of her kids signing up to join them. Anna had such a promising future as a painter; why would she throw it all away just to end up dead from a gunshot wound?
Anna shut her eyes, a lone tear gliding over her cheek. “You always had a way with words, Mom,” she whispered, shaking her head. “And yet you still wonder why I always put off that trip home.”
She turned.
Her father stood with hands folded over his middle, head hanging as though he'd heard everything she just said. “I take it you won't be calling home,” he inquired. “Well, Sooner or later you will have to make an effort.”
“So I can listen to one of Alia's lectures?”
Anna lov
