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She lifted the pan to hit him again anyway. He threw his arms over his head to protect himself, pulling his knees into his chest. For someone who was so terrifying—so cruel—it still felt wrong to bash him when he wasn’t willing to fight back. With a beleaguered sigh, she threw the skillet onto the counter with a loud clang.
Cora, you are a weakling little BITCHHHH UGH
“I never thought I’d be jealous of my own fractured psyche, but here we are. Oh, how the world seeks to debase me at every turn.
“Simon, leave her alone.” “She’s coming to me! Oh, please don’t tell me this is the beginning of some terrible love triangle. How utterly boring. Jackie, this isn’t a triangle. It’s an exclamation point. And you’re the dot.”
“You’re not helping.” She cringed and buried her head in her hands. He carefully took them in his and lowered them back to her lap. He leaned down and placed a kiss against her fingers. “We have the Faire. Out there are nineteen people who care about you. That want you to be happy, and part of the Family. And here, kneeling at your feet like a fool, is someone who has come to value you highly enough to refuse the idea of turning you into one of his dolls. Twice. That is no small feat.”
It was time to let go of the teddy bear she had been clinging to in the dark. This nightmare was her reality now. It was up to her to survive it.
We are born into a life that is chosen for us by the product of our context. How much money is at our disposal? Do we have shelter? Do we have a Family to love us? Are we born into a country that hates us for the color of our skin or for which God we worship, or are we meant to become a king? These things are chosen for us and declared at the start.
