Lyla
If anyone thinks I am calmly processing the revelation that Nanny is my mother, let me assure you – I AM NOT! I haven't reached that level of maturity yet, nor do I care to pretend otherwise.
I am furious!
Every nerve in my body is burning with anger, it seems like all the tiny molecules that make up every part of me is boiling so much that I'm practically laden with the anger I feel.
Forget everything I told you earlier about calmly arriving at the temple, being gently ushered in by Terra, Nanny's best friend and politely asking Nanny if she's, my mother.
That scenario?
That's a lie!
A fickle mirage, a façade that will never happen.
The truth is, I am the highest level of pissed – livid – should fit it more. I am not riding in a taxi to Golden Gates Pack because I can't afford such luxury. Instead, I'm stuck on a crowded train to Golden Gates, doing everything I can to keep my anger in check.