time-traveling bangle.
Dad watches me for several moments before saying, âDo you understand how serious this is?â
âYes. What are you going to do?â
Dad takes a deep breath. âWell, as your mother said earlier, itâs time to face the consequences for what weâve done.â
My throat tightens as I try to hold back tears. âThatâs what she said?â
âYes. And sheâs right. Weâve broken the law. I , especially, have broken the law. Your mother doesnât even know the lengths I went to in order to keep your name off the list.â
âDad, Iâm so sorry Iââ
âI broke the law, Calla,â he says firmly. â I did that. If I have to face the consequences, then I will.â
âButââ
âWe donât even know yet what will happen to me. Right now, our concern should be for your mother. Sheâs the one being carted off to Barton Prison tomorrow.â
âTomorrow?â I gasp. âWhere is she now? Can I see her?â
âNo, of course you canât see her!â he says, his voice rising. âSheâs in the detainment area downstairs. Is your ability going to get you past all those guards? Probably not. And then youâll end up in the cell next to hers when youâre caught.â
Dadâs lack of faith in my ability stings, but now isnât the time to argue. Not when heâs clearly close to cracking from the pressure of Momâs trial and the devastating news of her sentence.
âI ⦠I need some space,â Dad says, standing. âIâll be outside in the forest.â He places a hand on my shoulder and adds, âYouâve found yourself in enough life-threatening situations recently. I just want you to stay safe now.â
The door closes behind Dad and I pull my feet up onto the chair. I wrap my arms around my legs and press my face against my knees as the weight of what Iâve done to my parents becomes almost too much to bear. âThis is all my fault.â
âCalla â¦â
âYou know it is.â I raise my head and look at Ryn. âDad would never have had to break the law if not for me. And Mom ⦠well, the Guild might still have punished her for running away in the middle of her training, but it wouldnât be this bad. Itâs because of me that theyâre doing this to her. Iâm on the loose instead of in custody for supposedly murdering Saskia, and theyâre taking out their frustration at their own failure on Mom. They canât make me pay, so theyâre making her pay.â
Ryn rubs his face. He closes his eyes and slowly shakes his head. âI donât know, Cal. Youâre probably right, but thereâs nothing we can do about it.â
âWhat if â¦â My feet slip to the floor and I sit up a little straighter. âWhat if I turn myself in? Do you think that would make a difference?â
âWhat?â Rynâs eyelids spring open. âNo! Are you crazy? Of course that wouldnât make a difference. Youâd end up in prison along with your mother. You canât make this situation any better.â
I flop back into the chair. âSo weâre supposed to just let this happen? Let her go to prison for the next few years?â
Ryn shrugs helplessly. âWhatâs the alternative? Help her escape so she can be on the run for the rest of her life? Barton Prison isnât all that bad. Not like Velazar. Maybe itâs better if she just does the time. Maybe ⦠I donât know.â He rubs both hands over his face this time. âI donât have all the answers, Calla.â
I peer more closely at him. He seems more tired than Iâve seen him in a long time. âAre you okay?â
He sighs. âYes. I just ⦠have a lot on my mind. I took the rest of last week off after Victoria was born, so yesterday was my first day back. So many things to