*Isla*
Staring at Maddox, I try to understand what it is he’s saying, what he’s just screamed at me, but it’s difficult, and I’m not sure I will be able to comprehend it without some sort of a better explanation.
I wait, hoping he will say more, but all he’s doing is shaking his head, running his fingers through his hair.
I’m going to have to ask him. “What do you mean my birth certificate is fake?” My lips are trembling as I ask the question. I thought this would be the proof he finally needed in order to see that I really am from Maatua, that I am a princess, but he doesn’t even want to accept this government-stamped, issued document.
A loud sigh escapes his lips as he says, “Perhaps we should speak about this another time.”
“What?” I blurt out. “No! You can’t say something like tha
