Later in the night, I finally left my room.
My parents were worried about me. At first, they blamed Layton. I had been gone for a week, and they had thought I’d spent that time with Layton. They assumed my behavior was due to something that must’ve happened the week that I was away.
But the next three days that I spent locked up in my room convinced them it was something else. They were forming crazy theories, most of which involved being a Legen.
When they saw me leaving my room, they seemed relieved.
"Feeling better, hun?" My dad asked, optimistically.
"I’m going out," I told them.
"Right now? It’s late," my dad said.
"I’m going for a walk."
I was lying in the walking part, since I wanted to take off flying. I hadn’t taken my wings out the entire time I spent at Zev’s house, or the last few days I’d been there.
"Alright," my mom quickly told me, interrupting my dad before he tried to say anything to stop me.