Zara’s POV
This truth is something I've almost never had the chance to tell anyone, and of course, even when I do, few people believe it. Fine beads of sweat break out all over my body, as if I've just taken a shower.
Henry's brow furrows tightly, as if he's turning over everything I've said in his mind. After a long moment, he finally looks up, his expression grave: "You're certain that you saw your mother being thrown into the sea, and that when you returned to the cliff, Ashley was there, correct?"
I nod: "This memory is etched into my bones—there's no way I could be wrong."
Henry continues: "Then haven't you ever questioned the account given by Ashley—that utterly unreliable person—about your mother and those two wolves perishing together?"
"What I mean is, things could have happe
