IVA
Lala's question hung in the air, and I forced myself to nod. “No. Akari’s father died.”
Her hands flew to her mouth. “Oh, Iva, I’m so sorry.” Then came the inevitable questions. “Who was he? Was he from Graysands?” Before I could answer, she paused. “Wait.” And counted something on her fingers. “Akari is… almost three. Which means… you were pregnant when you left, right?”
I nodded stiffly, and her eyes widened. “Do I know him? Is he the reason you left? Is it one of Darling’s friends?” Before I could attempt to respond, the cart had arrived at the house, and I exhaled, feeling like I had just gotten saved by a miracle.
I knew I would have to answer all of these questions eventually… but I didn’t think I had it in me to have to repeat the answers over and over again.
We climbed o
