*Lila*
I’ve been at Rebecca Nurse’s house for a few days now, and the small comforts of her kitchen, the warmth of her hearth, and the quiet kindness of her family are slowly starting to feel like a refuge. It’s a strange situation, settling into someone else’s life, even temporarily. The weight of my story, the questions I can’t answer, and the secrets I have to keep stay on my mind, but here, I can almost forget.
And then there’s Catherine, or Caitie, as everyone calls her; five years old, with wide, curious eyes and a voice that can turn even the simplest sentence into something endearing. She flits around the house, talking nonstop, tugging at my sleeve, insisting I look at this or taste that. Despite her small size, she carries herself with a confidence I’ve rarely seen in a child h
