“You’ve known pain, Iris, but you do not own it.” A hot wetness traced down Iris’s cheek, and she struggled to swallow past the lump in her throat. “You don’t know. You don’t know what it’s like.” Mila leaned forward, taking Iris’s hand and squeezing gently. Iris saw past her own tears that Mila’s eyes were red rimmed and hot as well. “Yes. I do.”
