Maybe I should just tell her. After all, she just saved me. Maybe she could help me ask the Moon Goddess why I have been suffering since I was born. I have carried too many questions inside me, and every time I try to push them away, they come back stronger.

I looked at her again. The old woman was staring at the herbs in her hand, her face calm but unreadable. The smell of burning roots filled the small room, and the smoke curled softly in the air like it was alive. Something about her ...