I don’t know what to think. How many more revelations am I going to be able to handle tonight? What were they even trying to theorize?
My mother has been inside the mental asylum my whole life and none of them even told me about this? They didn’t even tell me about my history—about my real identity.
And now, twenty-seven years later, I am here, learning about all of this? Preposterous! I don’t want to do any of this anymore. But do I even have a choice right now? I am not in the position to give up. The only thing I can do now is to make sure that Mom gets out of that f*****g place as soon as possible. I’m going to find that damn witch and beat the hell out of her for a counter spell.
“I’m sorry, Dionessa,” Priscilla told me.
I pursed my lips, tears still brimming around my eyes du
