Patricia.
My face paled immediately at his heavy, loaded words, a cold spike of anxiety shooting straight through my chest. But after a few fraught minutes of silence passed between us, I forced a small, sharp chuckle to escape my lips, masking my inner turmoil behind a mask of unbothered composure.
He wasn't entirely wrong in his dark assumption, but at the exact same time, he was fundamentally wrong about what I did and didn't know.
My mother always used to tell me everything back when she was still here, sharing the hidden secrets of our family without holding back.
My mother was actually still alive, but for some completely unknown reason that she refused to fully explain to me, she suddenly left the pack on the exact day I turned eighteen.
