Chapter 6
‘Calm down, Lainie. Just breathe.’ My aunt squinted at the photo, her eyes still trying to adjust to the sudden brightness. ‘Yes, that’s your mother. I don’t understand what the problem is.’
To my suddenly suspicious eye, she looked kind of nervous. Her eyes drank in every detail of the picture.
‘The curtains. The curtains are the problem. What year was Noah given his sword for Christmas?’ It wasn’t that I was unsure, but I wanted to see if she would lie or hedge. She did neither. Instead, she burst into tears.
‘I’m so sorry, Lainie! I didn’t know what else to do. The last thing I wanted was to lie to you, and I tried not to for so long, but the truth was going to tear your life apart!’
I stood with freezing feet and waited for her to explain.
‘Your mum left us,’ she sobbed
