“Do not speak as if you know my intentions,” I said.
Her voice rose. “Then enlighten me. Have you forgotten the screams? Have you forgotten the fire? Have you forgotten the blood?”
“I have forgotten nothing,” I said, my voice low and steady. “No, Evelyn. I haven't forgotten a single face or a single name.”
“Then why,” she demanded, “are you protecting him?”
“I am not protecting him,” I snapped. “I am waiting.”
She stared at me, searching my face.
“Waiting for what?”
“For him to say it,” I said. “To my face. I need him to admit that he ordered the s*******r of our entire tribe. I need him to admit that he abandoned me when I was carrying his children.”
Her expression faltered, just for a moment.
“I need the truth spoken,” I continued. “It could be forged through reports and probabl
