How many times had I felt that way when I was a child? When no one ever wanted to keep us? When I knew that I was the reason Darcy had never been wanted either? “You have no one at all?” I murmured, reaching for her arm, the touch of her frost-cold skin making a chill run into me too. “I had a sister,” she breathed. “But in the end, she didn’t pick me either. Because she knows, she sees it.”
