Flawed
she looked at me.
“No it’s fine, it isn’t your fault.” I couldn’t make my eyes meet hers, I was ashamed, and everyone here at school would know that I was the bastard child that someone didn’t care enough about to claim. “He could have given my mother a fake name though right? Maybe it wasn’t Terry Jones after all.”
“I mean, it’s a possibility, but you have to have some wicked magic hiding under all that angst for the Librarians to find you. I mean they’ve never found anyone before… so I can only assume.”