Chapter 20 - Bismillah

“So, Grandma, the visions I had…” I began, immediately noticing May tense up, before she slouched her shoulders. I’d turned off my glamour when we got home, and I was now hugging my tail. May had made her way over to the bed and sat down right next to me. “You avoided talking about them on the tram pretty awkwardly, but… I figure I should talk to you about them. About the ones I got of you.”

“You said you got some of your own life.” She was avoiding my gaze, like an action hero hiding a bullet wound so as to not worry their comrades.

“I did, but they were just… me not getting to be a girl when I was a kid, and finding out Mom had died.” I hugged my tail tighter, and May turned to face me.

“Finding out?” I took a couple deep breaths when she asked me that question, to center myself before talking.