Mom sat in a nearby chair, a perplexed look forming on her face as she observed me.
At least it was comforting to know that the mental deterioration ran in the family, but it didn't give me much hope for the future.
My laughter faded, and I took a deep breath.
"Look, Mom." I laughed again, this time with a hint of nervousness, not wanting to be rude. "I think we need help, which means I definitely need help too."
"Sussan... daughter."
Confusion filled my mom's face.
Did she really think I would believe that?
Werewolves?
She brought me to her house, confined me in some golden cage, and rushed back to tell me that there's a world of magical creatures, and she's one of them?
"No..." I shook my head, "I shouldn't even have to consider this."
I turned on my heels and left the nursery
