I took a shaky breath, not sure where to begin. My whole life felt like a tangled mess of pain and confusion, and trying to organize it into something coherent seemed impossible.

But Lana was waiting, her eyes fixed on me with that unwavering intensity that said she wouldn't accept anything less than the complete truth.

She stood and moved to a small cabinet in the corner of her tent, pulling out a bottle of amber liquid and two glasses. "This might take a while," she said, pouring generous ...