Now, I don’t know how to fucking cope with the fact Mom is dead. And I’m going to have to live with the fact that my last memory of her is of her lifeless body. The only thing I can think to do to cope with it is by being in the presence of the woman asleep on the other side of this door. At least, I thought she was asleep. But just as I turn to go back to my room and figure this shit out on my own, the door is pulled open. Mare stands on the other side of the door. Her eyes are heavy, like she’d just woken up, but they widen when she takes me in. “Cade?” she says, her voice groggy with sleep.
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