58 - Weird potion

[Meagia’s pov]

I felt a knot tighten in my stomach as Clara's words hung in the air. They echoed through my mind, causing a wave of confusion and disbelief to wash over me. Clara, my best friend since teenage, looked at me with a mixture of anger and something else, something dark and calculating.

"I hope it is not that hard to not believe, Meagia," she said, her voice dripping with false empathy. "Your father never told you, but from his reaction and abandonment must have made sense now. You were adopted, a trash picked from the forest still remains a trash."

My heart raced as the weight of Clara's words sank in, she was right, my father's response did make sense now. It felt as if the ground had been pulled from beneath my feet, leaving me stranded in a sea of confusion. I had always felt different, out of place, but I never imagined that my very identity could be a lie.

Clara continued, her tone taking on a persuasive edge. "And now, Meagia, you need to understand the consequences