Chapter Seven
I sit across the table from my parents, resisting the urge to push my food around my plate. Something hangs in the air between us, and I'm not sure what it is. The Dean can't have revealed the things we talked about to them, or they'd be questioning me already on that front.
Which means they talked about something else, and, as their daughter, I can't question them about it, they have to bring it up with me.
"Have you encountered Magda before?" Mum asks suddenly.
Wait, what? "No," I answer honestly. "But clearly you have." I give her what I hope is a pointed look. She needs to know that I'm not going to accept a vague answer to this one.
"She used to be my best friend," she answers, hanging her head in shame a bit.
"You never talk about her." It's the only thing I can t
