As I looked at the naughty new version of Calista bawling her eyes out and those people calling for help to drag her out of the river, I couldn't help but recall a certain secret I hid from her until the very end.
I was afraid that if I told her about it. Calista might never be able to take it. In fact, that would be a lie. I was afraid that the good child, or rather, the less evil child I painstakingly raised, would turn evil and all the effort I put in would be wasted.
I knew that she had seen what transpired in that cave and on that day. But what she didn't know was what happened before and after that very moment.
Thinking about that moment, I couldn't help but look at Calista, who was babbling nonsense as those villagers gently held her with smiles on their faces.
