I told her that I hadn’t wanted to hurt her — that I was sorry for making her feel like she wasn’t enough for me. I kissed the tip of her middle finger, listening to her breathe soundly. I wished I could hold her and promise never to disappoint her. But I couldn’t do that because I would let her down. She was going to hate me for not telling her who she was. She wouldn’t understand. Jeanine was right: Raven wouldn’t know who to trust. But I had my risks to weigh. I had a mother and a brother who relied on me to keep them alive. And this was the only way I could keep all three of them safe. I
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