This couldn’t be happening. Stupid Doctor Wagner, I trusted him. I believed he would be honest, he promised he would. He just never specified we had different truths.
I had to come up with something, fast.
With my hands in my hair, I paced up and down the hallway for the small break Grandmamma granted me. The grant hall echoed the sighs of my desperation, only strengthening the nerves. If I couldn’t come up with something good, something solid, Stina would walk.
This was my one chance.
The door to Grandmamma’s office cracked open again and she appeared. “It’s time.”
“Just a little longer, I need time to find more evidence, I need—”
“The truth doesn’t need evidence,” she interrupted me. “It’s merely the truth.”
“Then why don’t you believe me!?”
Disappointment fell over her face as
