Day Forty-Nine and a Half
Dear Diary,
When we last left my life, I’d just confirmed the identity of my birth parents. Not only that, but I’d also tracked down my birth mother and got a hug.
All too soon, the Ley Queen is back to working her blue lines and acting super mysterious. It’s tempting to ask one of the two dozen questions whizzing around my brain, but I think she needs a minute.
Maybe I do, too.
“There is one problem with seeing the future,” the Ley Queen says at last. “You must choose the thread of that holds the most weight, not the one that is closest or easiest. Do you know what I mean?”
“I can guess. By saying, the thread that holds weight, you mean that you choose a future path that’s strong, even if it is tough. In other words, I’ll soon have to do some stuff I hate.”
