“What do you mean?”
“What matters now is to finish copying the book from your grandmother and then…”
“And then what?” I followed him to the window and I saw his look of devastation before he closed his face off.
“And then I send you home. You have mastered what you needed to here…and now it’s time to face your last life.”
I staggered back from his blow. I shook my head slowly. “I don’t want to go back yet.” I grabbed for his hand but he crossed his arms. “Daddy, I’m not ready.”
I watched closely as he closed his eyes, as if my words hurt, but I watched as he pulled himself together. “If it was my choice, pup, I wouldn’t make you go back. But your mother has been messaging these last few days. She says she needs you home. Sooner rather than later. It seems like something is going on
