"Your mother died because she chose to save me."
The words slammed into me. I stared at her, my hands curled into fists. Anger burned through every part of me.
"No."
My voice came out sharp.
"No."
The woman flinched. Good. For once, somebody else could feel uncomfortable.
"You don't get to show up after twenty years and drop something like that."
Her eyes filled with guilt. I didn't care. Not anymore. I was tired of guilt, tired of secrets, tired of everybody deciding what I deserved to know.
"What happened that night?"
The woman opened her mouth then stopped. My patience vanished instantly.
"Answer me."
Victor stepped forward.
"Elena."
I turned on him immediately.
"No."
My voice echoed across the harbor.
"Not this time."
Nobody interrupted nor moved. I pointed directly
