I stared at him, partially in disbelief at his thought process. It wasn’t like we were at home and about to sit around a table to discuss life. We were in a magical cavern where a bunch of monsters just tried to kill us. I stared at him in disbelief, and he smiled.
“I get it. Why now, right?” he started.
“Pretty much exactly what I was thinking,” I shot back, causing them both to shy away.
“What do you want to know? Ask us anything,” Aunt Cora added.
I let out an exasperated huff as I shook my head, looking around the room.
“Is it even worth it? I feel like every time you tell me something, it’s a lie or only part of the truth. How do I know this will be any different?”
“I’m not sure what we can do to change the past. Just know that everything we ever did or said came from a place
