AZALEA'S POV
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"Do you want to talk about it?" Corbin asks as we walk toward the nearby pond. There's a big tree we found, and a bunny nest under one of the bushes. In all fairness, I don't see myself talking about it, because what is there to say?
Um, yes. My mother hates me for taking over what my father did.
It would sound as ridiculous as it does in my head. I shake my head, "No, but what I can say is that I'm sorry for her behavior, and thank you for taking Lyra." But what I don't say, is that I feel ashamed. I feel shame for not thinking about my daughter seeing her grandmother explode in front of her. The entire part of my brain that knew she was sitting there just disappeared, and for a moment, I felt fourteen again while being scolded like a child for being out too late.
"Yo
