If he doesn’t recognize me, what would that mean? What if he does? What if my parents are alive and well? What if I am forced to meet them, listen to their excuses, and maybe even forgive them? Because that’s what I should do, right? Be gracious and compassionate and somehow over it and—Dr. Silas slowly shakes his head, and the relief folds my insides like origami.And Zane, whose eyes never, ever, ever leave me, can obviously tell.A brief silence. Dr. Silas is saying that it could mean nothing— maybe he forgot, maybe my scent changed, they know so little about halfling developmental biology. Sem is agreeing, listing possibilities. Zane’s face is worried, like he’s about to ask me if I’m all right.The only thing giving me strength right now is knowing that, asshole that he is, if I vomit gastric acid on his shoes, he’ll never let me live it down.“Hey, is it okay if I . . . I’d love some fresh air.”“Of course.” Layla smiles. “Back door is through the kitchen, on the left. You’re
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