Shock. Horror. Confusion. All of it ran through me as I registered what Marek said. He was so angry that his accent was thick as he spoke. It took me a minute to one, realize he was speaking in English, and two, what words he was stringing together. I did some mental math. If Bronya was twenty-nine at the time…then I was around eleven. After four years of that, I would have been fifteen. My eyes widened.

“He…he was right…”

“What?” Marek all but growled out.

I looked down at knees, ...