-Helena-
I looked at Wylder, confused. I didn’t quite grasp what he was implying. Initially, I found it rather amusing—the wild theories we concocted about my mother possibly having a secret affair with his uncle.
But then, a flicker of fear ignited within me, entertaining the possibility of truth behind those speculations and their potential ramifications. Yet, thanks to Wylder reassuring me, we quickly put that to rest. However, Wylder was not a person to easily let go of a mystery.
Yet his persistent musings stirred an unpleasant question: was I merely a disappointment to him?
“For my sake?” I queried, baffled. “You believe I’m dissatisfied with who I am?”
Wylder regarded me with a look of incredulity, as if my statement had confused him.
“You’ve said you aren’t,” he said.
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