I sat quietly by Jonnora’s side as she finished her story. She looked at me, eyes brimming with tears. “You understand?” she whispered. “I know they think I had a hand in it.” She swiped a sleeve across her nose. “I suppose I did, actually. I should have refused to let Gret hide her condition.” The mage swallowed hard. “I should have told someone.”
told“You kept a secret for a friend,” I said gently. “You couldn’t have known.” I saw her eyes dart towards the closet. “Is Ada in there?” I asked.
Instead of answering, Jonnora lifted herself from the chair and took several faltering steps towards the closet door. The moment she opened it, I was shocked by the sound of a baby’s laughter. The closet may have been small, but it was brightly lit and contained every manner of dazzling toy an infa
