She shivered slightly. "There's nothing much to tell. He was the head of the street gang I ran with. He died when I was nearly seventeen. End of story."
Not if the pain in her heart was any indication. "Why were you on the streets? Did you run away?"
She snorted softly. "No. My parents died, and I didn't like the home the authorities tried to shove me into."
The tide of guilt rose. So her parents‟ deaths were also part of the reason she went after Merry. But why, if they had died before her life on the streets?
"How long were you a part of this gang?"
"Only four years." She hesitated and rubbed her arms. "It seemed an eternity longer." "Why didn't you stay with relatives?"
She snorted softly. "Because they thought me a witch, much the same as they thought my mother. They want nothing to do with me, even now."