Chapter Fifty Eight

Eira

As I thought about everything she had told me, I began to get angry because it just dawned on me that I had been kept in the dark on this issue for a very long time. It just felt as though I was an outsider, one who didn't belong.

I couldn't help but feel a surge of anger bubbling up inside me as I sat across from Aunt Meg. My fingers clenched tightly around the cup of tea, its warmth doing little to soothe the turmoil within me.

"Aunt Meg," I began, my voice tinged with frustration. "You should have known that Hana was a mysterious girl. I mean, you have always been the intuitive one between the two of us."

Aunt Meg looked at me with a mixture of understanding and regret in her eyes. She had always been like a second mother to me, and it was difficult to be angry with her, but I couldn't help it. I needed her to understand how hurt I felt. She sighed softly, and her gaze drifted away for a moment before it returned to mine.

"Eira," she said gently. "I know Hana is a bit of an en