After the meeting I found myself in my mother’s greenroom. My first thought was to go to Marco, but I needed to talk to my mother about what was going on with me and the boys. I wanted to bring the attention to my father, but I didn’t know how or what he would say.
“I take it the meetings over,” my mother asked the moment I walked into her greenhouse. She was pulling a few flowers from one of the flower beds and her back was to me.
“Yes ma’am,” I said, softly.
“Is everyone ok?” She asked.
“No. A lot of our men died, and Marco is unconscious and if we hadn’t made it there in time, Seb would have died,” I said, sobbingly. Suddenly my mother wrapped me in her arms and held me to her chest.
“It’s ok, you’re safe now,” she whispered.
“Something weird happen to me today,” I said, as I pu
