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Tansy didn’t know the real Gemma West, and Gemma West sure as hell didn’t know of Tansy,
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Either Scylla will keep them on or they’ll find work somewhere else.”
“What am I saying? Of course this isn’t your only option. You can always come here. You know that, right? You might have to bunk with the boys, and Maisie’s farts are fucking lethal, but my home is your home, hon. Always and forever.”
In hindsight, it was ridiculous. She should’ve said something, but at sixteen, the idea of losing the only family she had left had been unconscionable.
No matter how hard she tried, nothing she did would ever be good enough. No amount of rehabbing her reputation—which she’d earned from acting out in an attempt to get her father’s attention, a method that had backfired by ensuring she’d never gain his approval—would undo the damage done. No number of good deeds would ever outweigh the handful of harmless mistakes she’d made. Nothing would ever be enough. She would never be enough.
“I didn’t start this, you did.” She threw a glare over her shoulder. “But trust me when I say I intend to finish it.”
You have no idea. I’d worship you, if you’d let me.”
“Makes me feel all warm and gooey inside.”
“I was going to say romantic, but now that you mention it”—Tansy smiled—“yeah, it was pretty corny.”