“Elska ykkarr,” he said, and the warmth of the words wound around me. I love you. I leaned into him, letting him hold me. I loved him, too. More than anything. But I wondered if I would ever be able to admit it to him again. I wondered if a part of me would always be angry. “What do you want me to tell our father?” He sighed. “The truth.” I didn’t want to tell him about Iri. But I could never lie to him.
