The Girl Who Lived (19)

Part XIX: Ugly Truth

Silence. For so long I can hear a clock ticking. Outside, static’s crackling again. Getting no sleep last night is beginning to take its toll. I curl up on the sofa and wait for him to speak.

‘Because of you and me.’ Pause. ‘He didn’t want you to grow up asking questions.’

I’m wide awake again.

‘I was looking for a lie, but there were too many lies in this family then. I’d rather not continue the family tradition.’

A longer pause.

‘Let’s make a new one, then,’ I say. ‘We tell each other the truth, even if it’s ugly.’