FREYA
The words land on my chest like a bullet and I can barely hide the pain in my eyes as I turn and walk away from him.
He always manages to make everything I do wrong and issue but remains blind to whatever it is I do right
*Because you are not his biological mother.*
It was an oversight. Nothing more.
In a week where I have lost men, bled and watched my father turn his back on me a second time, I forgot a child's recitation, and that is all it was. It had nothing to do with whose son he is.
But I do not say any of that.
I find Martin in the corner of the hall, playing some game of jumping between floor tiles with two of the kitchen children, and I crouch down to his level.
"Martin. Come with me. You and I have something to learn before tonight."
He takes my hand without fus
