ZlataThe first rays of sun were caressing the cold soil. Julian held my hand as we walked toward Thalia's cell.My steps were heavy, and heavier still was my heart.Memories of my childhood home surfaced. Ten-year-old me, swinging my legs, excited as the scent of my favourite pumpkin pie fills my nose. My mother brings the pie in and cuts it with a smile, and she sets the first piece on my plate, and my heart flutters. I am getting something first. A piece of my favourite pie. Not Thalia. Me.And then a fork comes down, crushing the beautiful piece. Thalia puts the forkful into her mouth and giggles. Tears well in my eyes."Aurelia, don't be dramatic. It's only a piece of pie. You have a whole baking tray of it."Yes. It was only a piece of pie — and Thalia took it the way she took everything in my life, one thing at a time."You're sisters. You should share," my mother said softly, stroking Thalia's hair, while behind her back, Thalia poked her tongue out at me, mocking, because she
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