When I asked questions, everyone changed the subject.
At the time, I accepted the explanation that she had retired. Now I wondered if that had been another lie. More memories followed.
Questions about my mother that nobody answered. Stories that never quite matched and conversations that ended when I entered rooms.
Secrets hidden behind polite smiles and my stomach twisted.
Had everyone been lying to me?
Or was I allowing a few mysterious sentences to destroy years of certainty?
A sharp knock interrupted my thoughts and I nearly jumped. The parchment disappeared beneath a book seconds before the door opened.
"Seraphina?" Lyra asked as she entered carrying a breakfast tray and relief flooded her face when she saw me.
"You missed breakfast." She said.
"I wasn't hungry." I said.
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