I was on time to catch Daphne on her way to breakfast, surprised how early it still was. The dream of the mist had woken me well before my usual rising and thanks to falling asleep shortly after keeling over into bed I felt rested and prepared to give Lilith's suggestion a shot.
"Daphne." I tripped over my heels, determined to wear them in Mom's presence, to at least put on appearances in an effort to make this work. The more I thought about Lilith's suggestion, the more sense it made to me. If I could get Mom off my back, even for a little while, maybe I could figure things out on my own. Or give Dad the chance to convince her sending me out on fruitless, unhappy tasks that led to heartache was a terrible idea.
On the other hand, accepting this alternative might be shooting myself in th
