“I wish…” The lump in his throat looks nearly too big to swallow. “I wish I could move forward.” “What’s stopping you?” I ask. “Me.” A little of the old fury casts a shadow in his eye. “I don’t know how to change. I don’t think I can. I don’t think I’ll…fit anywhere else. I think I’m too—” “You’re not,” says Elowen fiercely. “So don’t you even say it.” “What?” I ask, because unlike some, I don’t have telepathic abilities. Elowen stays glaring at her brother and spits the word like snake venom, “Broken.”
I cried
