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Thirty seven

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Selene's POV

My mother was waiting in the sitting room when I arrived Friday night.

She had poured two glasses of wine, which she never did before a conversation she considered manageable. I noted that immediately.

She looked at me when I walked in and something in her face did a thing I had never seen it do before.

It flinched.

My mother's face did not flinch. In thirty years of living inside it I had never seen it flinch. I stood in the doorway for a moment and revised every assumption I had
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