AURORA’S POV
“Wow, I’m so sorry, A,” Maya said, embracing me.
I let her hug me, lightly hugging her back. I was never much of a hugger, and Maya knew that. “Thanks. It’s a little unsettling, and Silas and I can’t figure out what it means. The only thing we can think is that maybe my dad is right, and she had postpartum depression.”
“For years?”
I shrugged. “I won’t say I know anything about it because I don’t. But I don’t know how long something can last. Or maybe I wasn’t the daughter that she expected. Maybe I wasn’t up to snuff.”
“Don’t be silly. She was lucky to have a daughter like you. She had a lot going on, so maybe she let the stress of hiding take over and took it out on the ones she loved.”
“Maybe.”
Maya released me from her hug. “It’s going to be okay though. She’s here
