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Like my mom. My dad. Emilia. And me, in a way. The me I’d been then had died right along with them, thanks to old wiring in an even older house. A home that had been so full of life and love once but had been left half-burned for the past fourteen years.
Happiness was the greatest torture of all because it could all be taken away—and it was so much worse than if you’d never experienced it at all.
