“Càit a bheil a' bhana-phrionnsa?” the deep voice snarled. My mom snapped something back in that same unfamiliar language. I’d never heard it before. Not once. How was it possible that my parents spoke an entirely different language and I didn’t know it? “Bana-phrionnsa!” the man yelled. The force of his voice was so loud I swore it made the walls shake. “Where is she?” “You’ll never have her,” my mom screamed back. There was silence for a moment and then a scream. My mother’s scream.
