Chapter 13

My mother is the goddess of the night.

Klara is not my aunt.

My father's memories of my mother were manipulated.

I repeat these three facts in my head hoping that it will somehow sink in for me to understand. Some part of my brain is having a difficult time processing this. The other part of my brain is telling me that Klara's revelations make sense.

My life is like a thousand-piece puzzle that has been scattered across the floor. I never paid much attention to the missing pieces or the pieces that didn't make much sense before. I only focused on what was in front of me and I believed everything my aunt told me because I trusted her.

Maybe I don't want to accept the fact that my only support structure is not my blood that's why apart of me wants to refuse to believe her. That part that wants to refuse to believe her and the part of me that wants to belie