"Everything you heard is true, baby." Norah replied with a sigh.
"No, dada, he dada," Kyra couldn't think rationally and soon she started feeling suffocated. There was no chance her father could have hurt her mother, and used her mother as a pawn.
"Let's sit and talk, shall we?" She snapped her fingers and a white bench appeared on the shore.
Holding Kyra's hand, she smiled at her, "Come."
Sitting on the bench, Norah wiped away Kyra's tears and pulled her in a hug again. Caressing her back as Kyra didn't stop crying, she sighed feeling guilty for making her precious daughter go through so much pain.
"Tell me everything, mama." Kyra broke the hug and looked at her mother. She had been always suspicious of her grandmother's moves ever after her mother's death and she was more confused hearing Kevin's two-sided story. He portrayed her dada as both good and bad which she couldn't accept at all.
