Grandmother had wanted to kill me.
I felt numb each time I repeated those words in my head. It didn't compute with everything I knew about her. She loved me, didn't she?
I tried to remind myself that she had ruined the eggs, and that was before she knew me.
She did love me.
That's what I pushed myself to believe. Everything else would have been too horrific.
I found myself but at my own house. I must have walked here in a daze. When I saw Mum, even though she wasn't Mother, I collapsed into her arms sobbing.
"Grandmother didn't want me to be born!" I cried, "She killed all the other eggs in the nest. But I guess she couldn't get rid of me, she's dead because of me."
Mum shushed me tenderly, "Please, slow down, Iz."
"Grandmother didn't want Mother to have hatchlings," I said more slowly, I kept choking on my own words, "But I was still born."
