“She is my mother.” Larkyra cut him off. “As she is ours.” Arabessa’s gaze was gentle. “Yes,” said Larkyra, her stomach twisting in that forever guilt, “but it is because of me she is in there.” “Larkyra,” said Niya and Arabessa at once. “You cannot think such a thing.” Her eldest sister reached out to squeeze her hand in earnest. “But I do.” The words came out tired as Larkyra’s familiar guilt twisted like a dagger in her chest. “And I will have no peace until I can apologize.” “Darling.” Niya pulled her into a hug. “We did not know you felt this way.” Arabessa’s added embrace pulled them
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