I didn’t know how long Paul and I were quiet when I mentioned Dune’s name. If I connected the stories, I would understand the need to apologize if I have really destroyed their home. Grandmama said it’s one way to get healed. Either I apologized for what I did, or they would be punished for harming humans. Of course, I do not prefer the latter because it wasn’t their fault. I deserved to get sick for two reasons. One, I did not listen to Paul, and second, I destroyed their home and hurt his child.
“What do you think of the name, Paul?” I asked, trying to avoid his eyes.
He opened his mouth to answer, but the sound of the main door opening stopped him, and we both turned our gaze to the woman who stepped inside the house. At first, I thought she was a gypsy. Her long blond curly hair wa
