Tyson was silent as she talked, but his eyes widened as the story went on.
When Etta finished, he swallowed hard. “Amalie. My mother. Are they okay?”
“When we left, they were as good as could be expected.”
He nodded slowly. “My mother will win this.” His statement held such a faith that Etta had never felt about anything and she envied him. Tyson found it easy to believe in the people he loved.
She was trained to question everything. To trust nothing. It wasn’t the way anyone should live.
Tyson was quiet for so long, she thought he’d fallen asleep. His voice made her jump when he spoke again. “Can you tell me about him? Our father. I remember little from when you lived in the palace as a kid.”
Tyson’s eyes latched onto hers and she could have sworn it was her father staring back at h
