Kimberly POV
“My mother?” I pulled back and looked at her confused. “You know my mother? The witch? How do you know her? My father? You know him, too?”
“If I only knew you were here! It- it was all Blaise's fault. All he said was he wanted me to meet someone. But he did not say it was you!” Mrs. Bancroft was stumbling in her words. I knew how she felt. She must have had many things to say that she didn’t know what to say first.
“Mama, in my defense, I didn’t know much about Kimberly’s past. All I wanted was for her to meet you, guys, because she had only been with a few of our own. But you have been busy traveling.”
“Why don’t we all sit down?” Ms. Blaire interrupted Blaise’s whining.
I looked around and found everyone took their seats. Mrs. Bancroft led me to the three-seater with
