“It’s better to know than not know,” I said quietly. “Why?” Mother Summer challenged. “Because you can’t truly make a choice without knowledge, ma’am.” “Even if it may haunt you? Harm you? Isolate you?” I thought about it some more and then said, “Especially then. Show me.” An emotion flickered across Mother Summer’s face—gentle pain and regret. “So be it,” she said quietly. “Come with me.”
