ELENA
Mom went from tranquil to hysterical in two seconds flat. “What?”
“Calm down,” my father said to her. “Sweet pea, why on earth are you asking us this? Of course we are your parents.”
Wordless, I toyed with the salt shaker. I was afraid to go on.
“Blake brought this up?”” my mother demanded.
“Mom!” She was suffocating me.
“Just calm down.” My father seemed to be unaware of the fruitlessness of these words.
“We spoke about the past and he told me he could only remember me as a one-year-old. There wasn’t anything before that, Mom. He said I used to live with Tanya and uncle Jako on the other side of the Wall. How is that even possible?” I was beginning to sound like my mother. Deranged.
Mom took a huge breath. “I will…that little…”
“It’s not Blake’s fault. Now tell me the truth
