When I closed the door behind Margaret after she stepped into my sitting room, I told myself to calm the hell down.
There was no way she could say something that would break me completely, right? Not after everything that I had been through, right?
But the moment I remembered she came to talk about family, I wasn’t so sure anymore.
The family I came from could obviously do things that destroyed the soul.
I took a deep breath and sat down on a cushion. Then I folded my arms tightly across my chest and said as calmly as I could, “Alright, speak.”
Her words came like a jagged knife through the silence when she did.
“Your mother knew, Sophia. She knew what Charlotte was doing. In fact… she helped her.”
I blinked once. Then twice. My hands trembled and I dropped them lower so I could
