Lucille's eyes glistened with tears. "You promise?"
"I promise!"
She burst out crying. "But I lied to you. We lied to you. We're not good people."
Byron immediately pulled away from her, his mind in a frenzy. What could they have lied about that made Lucille think they were bad people? Were they the ones who had shot Keza? Or maybe they were not the ones who did it, but perhaps they knew where she was? Or maybe they had saved him but left her to die because there was nothing to gain from saving her? There was only one way to find out.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
It was as if this question was a dagger stabbed through her heart. She cried. No. Not cried. She wailed.
"I should have been truthful with you from the beginning. I should have... I was... I was afraid you would hate us. That you would leave us if you knew so I... "
Byron cut her off.
"If I knew what?"
He was starting to get irritated.
"Please promise me you won't abandon us if I tell you."
