~ Nyra

The fresh air in the garden suddenly turned cold as my question shifted everything.

All sounds disappeared, not even the tiny crickets sang anymore. The wind stopped blowing against the trees and everything else held still.

I saw my mother tense up instantly like the question had hit her too hard, and I knew why.

I had never asked about it. In all my life, I silently supported her decision to keep my father's identity secret. But now, with everything happening, I couldn't continue being ...