Chapter 63. Hidden Fear

Tew’s POV

Of course, my lose-mouthed brother had spilled the beans. However, she didn’t seem to know too much or any details. Not that it really mattered, but I had wanted to be the one who told her. First, I had been irritated when she so obviously avoided telling me about her mother; I thought she was one of those spoiled little brats still stuck in her teenage mentality.

Her files didn’t tell me everything, but more than enough to understand she might have a strained relationship with her parental figure.

I had been so eager to hear about her because I didn’t remember much. But the woman I remembered was nothing like the woman that raised her. In my memories, she was kind and smiling. Loved to bake; the smell of bread with honey could still make my mouth fill with water. I remember the morning all the Kids gathered around the fire she had started and watched as she made her incredible food on flat stones. Indeed, our ancestors cooked their meat like this, if not