Aleera
I almost stumble back as the full realization of what I had just said hits me. I understand it, but knowing it and believing it are two different things. One does not want to believe they were raised by monsters. Because if they were monsters, what would they make me?
My mother? I can’t believe that she’d been the source of everything that had terrorized us for so long, or was I missing some vital piece of information? I had uncovered so many secrets, yet not nearly enough to have a clear picture.
She’d been the one that had ruined everything for us before we even got to begin, yet no matter what, something still feels off. Too many secrets and too many lies. I wonder when it would come full circle, when the lies would pile too high and it would break down the walls and spill o
