Astrid tried to say something to dismiss that question, she tried to think of something else to say to swing the conversation away.
"My mother," was all that came out.
And then she sucked in a deep breath as if she'd spoken some curse that would now send the fires of hell roaring through their bedroom or that would cause the walls to come crashing down. Or even worse, summon the woman herself with her calculating smile and her impossible to escape gravity.
"I'm sorry," she then said, meaning it in several ways, because it was not only difficult to talk about Ingrid, but also dangerous. "I really don't want to talk about it."
Despite the fact that she apparently was compelled to.
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"My mother," was all that came out.
And then she sucked in a deep breath as if she'd spoken some curse that would now send the fires of hell roaring through their bedroom or that would cause the walls to come crashing down. Or even worse, summon the woman herself with her calculating smile and her impossible to escape gravity.
"I'm sorry," she then said, meaning it in several ways, because it was not only difficult to talk about Ingrid, but also dangerous. "I really don't want to talk about it."
Despite the fact that she apparently was compelled to.