It was the first time I had spoken in the meeting. My voice came out steady, which was a minor achievement given what I was holding. Diana looked at me directly for the first time. Fully. Without the brief, assessing glance she had been allowing herself until now. "Yes," she said. "You attacked my children," I said. "Unborn children. You sent something through a window in the room where I train, aimed at children who had not yet taken a breath in the world." Something moved across her face. The composure shifted — not breaking, not dissolving, but becoming more complex, something more difficult working beneath the surface of it. "Yes," she said again. Quieter this time. "I want you to understand," I said, keeping my voice even with the effort that Zayden's composure had always required and that I was now requiring of myself, "that whatever grievance you carry with Zayden, whatever was done to you, whatever you have a legitimate claim to be angry about — and some of it is legiti
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