Twist?

Aurora furrowed her brows, her gaze fixed upon Jonathan, who looked away, his countenance solemn. 

"I killed your mother, Aurora," he confessed, his voice heavy with remorse. "Not by my hand, but by my inaction. I let her leave with you and Adrian when I should have stopped her. I left her unguarded in the village." 

He exhaled sharply, as though the weight of his own words burdened him. "The villagers chased her to her death. I was only able to save Adrian—you were nowhere to be found, Aurora. And as time was slipping from me, I took only Adrian and fled." 

Aurora's face remained unreadable, though her heart pounded against her ribs. "But why?" she asked at last. 

Jonathan shook his head. "I do not know for certain. But I suspect it has to do with your mother… being a witch."