As we finished giving Zayla a big hug, she pulled back, looking shocked, and added, " How? “
“How what?” I claimed in confusion.
“How are you, the guardian?” My mouth was open in surprise. How did she know? “Um, let’s go inside. We need to talk. “
“Yes, we do,” said Zayla, visibly upset. She opened the door wider, letting us in. We went to the living room, sitting on the couch. Zayla sat down opposite me. I sighed, collecting my thoughts because I knew she would be distraught when she discovered everything. She wasn’t supposed to know anything until after her birthday and would be eased into everything.
Preparing her for everything and finding out that everything she has known is a lie would be overwhelming. I hope she will understand, be open to listening, and not be upset. As the sil
