Chapter 87

Harper

“I’ll start with your parents,” Vera said suddenly, her voice quiet but steady, like she was picking the first thread in a long, tangled story.

I blinked, caught off guard. “My… parents?”

“Mhm.” She nodded once, her eyes reflecting the firelight. “Most importantly, your mother. I didn’t know your father very well.”

The way she said it—didn’t know—was strange enough. But didn’t know him