Sable's POV
"I don't know," I said, my voice shaking. "I don't know who told me that. Reva, I guess. Or everyone just repeated it so many times it turned into fact."
"That's messed up," Ivy said. "You know that, right? Somebody built your whole childhood around a lie a six-year-old couldn't have physically done."
"I don't know if it's a lie. Maybe I…"
"Sable." She grabbed my hand, forcing me to look at her. "Stop defending a story that never made sense in the first place. Somebody needed a scapegoat. You were convenient."
I didn't answer. My head was spinning too fast to land on anything solid, ten years of guilt suddenly sitting on shaky ground I'd never questioned before.
We didn't get to talk it through properly, because that's when Dax showed up, walking straight toward the fire
