“What are you talking about? Have you gone crazy?"
The truth was, yes, one could say I had indeed gone mad. Now in that town, far from my mother, the twins, and the lunatics, with Gea in silent protest, yes, I could say I had gone mad.
Worse, I was finding myself healing from all my troubles, returning to the longed-for normality.
"I was going to tell you, I swear, but then my mother's men arrived, remember? While we were eating the burgers."
My words were like a cold bucket of water thrown over Aly, as it softened the tone of her reproach.
I heard her sigh on the other end of the line.
My silence toward Aly was like holding a box of secrets, heavy and filled with sharp thorns.
Every time I looked at her, a mix of guilt and fear gripped me. Lips sealed, tongue tied by unspoken word
