MAYA.Six months. That was all it was. Six months since the blood moon and the hotel room and the drive back to a city I had almost left permanently. Six months since I had stood in my own entrance hall and whispered game on to my sister and meant every word of it. Six months since Gregor had called to tell me a door had opened.It did not feel like six months.It felt like a different life. Which it was, in almost every way that mattered. I stood at the window with my tea and I looked at Crestholm in the early morning and I let myself feel all of it without flinching away from any of it. That was the new thing. The thing I had been practicing for six months — letting myself feel the size of my own life without immediately making it smaller, without finding the apology for it, without looking for the exit in case it turned out I was not supposed to be here.I was supposed to be here.I knew that now.My hand rested on my stomach, light and private, not thinking about it consciously, j
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