Olive's POV
My pupils dilated. The room wind smaller around me, constricting me of air. I staggered back, and dropped my weight at the edge of the bed, quivering helplessly.
The serious expression on Emilia's face was firm enough to tell me she was telling no lie.
All these years, father had intentionally lied to me. I recalled little me asking father to tell me stories about mother. He'd silence me, saying the memories of her death would ruin his mood. As a naive little girl, I'd close up the chapter, even commiserating with him.
Every new moon in winter, he and Drustian would ride to mother's grave at Mount Cara. According to him, he'd promised mother on her dying bed to visit her gravestone annually. I tried to convince him to talk me with him to mother's grave, but he'd flatly disa
