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What if the people helping him get me away from all that death and destruction are wrong? What if he’s been told the masters are fake, and The Mother is telling me lies, and he’s a victim just like me?
“Cam,” I ask, sniffling, “you told me everything I know is a lie.”
“Yes.”
“You never explained the most important part.”
“What’s that?”
“Why am I treated this way? Why would someone spend the last thirteen years training me for a world that does not exist?”
His hand halts on the top of my head. “What do you mean?”
“What is the purpose of so many elaborate lies if what you say is true? Why me?”
His hand remains still. His whole body, even. I’ve been holding my breath on and off, as if my lungs cannot quite decide how to behave.
Now he is doing it, too.
“That is a big question.”
“It is the only important question.”
“Prin – Paigelynn?”
“Yes?”
“I am not certain how to answer that.”
“Because you do not know the answer?”
“Yes,” he says slowly, chin nodding, pressing against my ear. “That’s right. Because I do not know the answer.”
“If you do not know why someone would keep me imprisoned in a fake cult, then how do you know it is all fake?”
His slow inhale sounds like the ocean.
“You are so much smarter than anyone gives you credit for being.”
“How do you know?”
“Because you ask very insightful questions.”
My stomach makes a very boisterous sound.
“You need coffee and breakfast.”
I agree with him and uncurl myself, my legs sturdier, though I miss the contact of being in his lap.
But my stomach has demands, too.
“I cannot drink coffee!” I scoff as he walks into the kitchen, opens a cabinet, and presses some buttons, a grinding sound beginning.
“Why not?”
“It makes my body less pure. Caffeine causes many problems with hormones.”
“If you drink enough, though, it prevents diabetes.”
