Of course she knows all about what had happened to me in the past! I thought to myself as I forced my expression to remain neutral. The keeper seems to know a lot everyone and everything, which is why I wasn't surprised when she made mention that she knew what my mother had done. But her claiming it wasn't her fault, I knew that. I always have even when I was a kid.
It wasn't her fault because she thought the only way we would ever be happy was if we could escape my father and she doesn't care if that means the only way through it was death. The keeper reached for a kettle and poured me a cup of steaming hot tea. Smiling, she grabbed a cup and motioned for me to take a sip out of my tea.
