But her answer wasn't enough for Circe, not even close. She finally released Thalora's hand and sat up straighter in her seat, her posture rigid.
"I was there with you when you were ill and bedridden while pregnant with Rowen. I held him for you after the birth when you couldn't. I was always by your side, reading to you to keep you company, praying for your full recovery when your health worsened, because there was nothing more terrifying to me than losing my mother," Circe said, her voice full of accusation. "You must have known toward the end that you weren't going to make it, and yet even then, you still chose to keep the truth from me."
Thalora made it seem as though Circe had benefited more from the lies than she ever would have from knowing the truth.
"Everything I did, I did for you."
