Happy Mother’s Day! In celebration, I have for your reading pleasure an excerpt of The Secret History. Let’s just say Theodora and her mom have a rather complicated relationship.
The silence expanded around us. “You didn’t come all this way, with a trunk, to tell me about Vitus.”
My mother sighed and tried to shift in her seat, but she gave up when Tasia stirred. “No, I did not. I’m moving in with you.”
“What? Here?” I gestured to the room, so small Antonina and I could scarcely lie head to head without our feet touching the walls. We’d tried it.
“Your sister has a patron now, some Tyrian dye merchant.” My mother shrugged. “There’s not exactly room for me in his villa.”
My proud, passionate mother. This was not the life she’d envisioned for herself, for any of us. “I don’t know—it’s not my room. Antonina’s gone most nights, and I’m going to find a position as soon as I’m clean.”
“I’ll take care of Tasia while you two are out—God knows she’ll need someone to make sure she doesn’t end up like you. You won’t even know I’m here.”
“Right. It’ll be like sharing a room with a fury.”
She made a noise in the back of her throat, half laugh, half snort. “Sometimes I think I should have drowned you at birth.”
Ah yes. It was so lovely to have my mother back.