Haven’s POVI dressed Blue carefully that morning. Her little coat was buttoned wrong the first time, then fixed. My hands shook as I smoothed her hair, the motion mechanical, rehearsed, as though repetition could erase the dread coiled beneath my ribs.“Remember what Mommy said,” I told her, crouching to her level.She nodded, wide-eyed.“Don’t talk about colors,” I said. “Not to your teacher. Not to your friends.”Her brow furrowed. “Why?”“Because,” I answered too quickly, then softened my voice, “because some things are private, okay? Tell them it's private.”She hesitated, then nodded again.Children were obedient when they were afraid. That thought comforted me more than it should have.As we walked toward the kindergarten gate, I felt the familiar weight of stares pressing into my back. Some people did not bother to hide their contempt anymore. Others smiled too politely, eyes lingering on my sleeve, empty where an arm used to be.Crippled Luna.That was what they called me whe
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