After a long drive, Mary arrived at Jessy’s house. Jessy welcomed her with a warm hug, surprised but pleased by the unexpected visit. They caught up on each other’s lives over tea, but Mary knew the real conversation was yet to come. When Mary broached the topic, Jessy immediately understood.
“It’s my mom, isn’t it?” Jessy said softly, her expression darkening. Stunned, Mary nodded as Jessy began to explain. Jessy had grown up with stories of their grandparents—heroic tales that had filled her childhood, but as she grew older, she noticed the inconsistencies.