CHAPTER THIRTY
RISPAN
I was still struggling with what Shéna had told me. Words failed me all through breakfast. Conflicting emotions warred for supremacy and there was no clear victor. What could I possibly say that would not come across as patronizing or insincere? She had taken a huge risk, and she was coming from a fragile place. This wasn’t the kind of thing I was particularly good at.
As we were packing up our bedrolls, I still hadn’t spoken, and she hadn’t looked at me. The longer I let this go unaddressed, the harder it was going to get. I needed to say something now.
“You’re wrong,” I said. That wasn’t the best way to start.
She looked at me, confusion showing on her face.
“No. That’s not what I mean. Let me try again.” Why was this so difficult? “You were right. I can’t und
