“Let it out, lupa,” she encouraged, her fingers stroking through my hair, and I cracked apart just like that. A sob shook my chest and tears spilled once more. She didn’t ask anything of me. Didn’t need to. In this house news spread like wildfire and I was certain that by now every detail of our escape and our failure to rescue Roary would have circulated three times already, the facts mixing with fiction, embellishments at every turn but the truth of it immovable all the same.
