"You have to understand, Lynna. It's all I can say," I insist, and Espan nods his agreement. Lynna's eyes meet his, a delicate frown crossing her soft features. "You know?" "It's not my place to pry in Renna's past," says Espan, squeezing my hand. "But I met her as a child, and that was many decades ago now. Of course, I pieced it together a long time ago, but I know Renna, and she wouldn't hide something if she didn't need to. So I have guarded her secret for a long time, but you can hide it no longer, Renna. You’ve run from it for too long."
