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“That’s what you’re afraid of, isn’t it?” my mother spat. “That you’ll have to truly feel the weight of everything you’ve done if you really want to love her. The hate. The shame. The horror.” She didn’t say Saeris’s name. Didn’t need to. The female eating the apple on the bench was me. I knew exactly who she was talking about. I faltered, suddenly unable to lift my own feet. “I know I’ll have to do that,” I muttered. “But I’m not afraid. She’s worth it.”

