“Indianna, please talk to me.”
Indianna gritted her teeth and closed the door behind her. She looked at her mother who was standing in the doorway to the kitchen.
She looked desperate.
“Please.”
“Five minutes,” Indianna said sternly and followed Iris into the kitchen. She took a seat at the table and Iris sat opposite her.
“Would you like a tea, or a coffee—”
“Answers,” Indianna said. “I want answers.”
“To which questions?”
“Why did you keep it a secret?” Indianna asked. “Why hide me from this world?”
“To protect you,” Iris said softly. “This world can be dangerous. I didn’t want you to be a part of it.”
“That wasn’t your choice to make.”
“I know,” Iris sighed and shook her head. “And I now know that no matter what I could’ve done, it wouldn’t keep you away from this world. Not
