“A deal?” I repeat her words dumbly, unable to comprehend her meaning. “You want to cut a deal?”
“Yes,” she says. “A compromise of sorts. If you’re so determined to find out the truth, maybe there’s a way - but you’ll have to sacrifice something in order to get it.”
Sacrifice? What on earth is she talking about?
My gnawing hunger all but forgotten, I place the plate of cold syrupy pancakes on the kitchen table in front of me and I slump down into a chair, listening attentively as Gabby outlines her ‘terms’.
“If I tell you everything I’ve been keeping from you - the truth about who you really are - who we are… where we’re from, what we’re doing here, everything - I need you to give something up,” she says.
I nod, and she reads the burning question in my gaze.
What would I need to giv
