Kira's POVMy eyes stung as I stood there looking at them.I had thought I had already made peace with all of it. Five years of building something new, five years of waking up in a room that was mine and eating meals I chose and sleeping without dreading the next morning. I had thought the peace was real and permanent.But standing here, with my mother's tears and my father's guilt and Archer's hollow eyes, my chest ached exactly the way it used to."You poured everything into Maeve," I said quietly. "Her illness, her curse, her needs — that I understand. But I was there too. I was right there and you looked through me every single time." My voice dropped. "If my only purpose was to be her blood supply, why did you bring me into this world at all?"Nobody spoke."I left," I said. "I am far from all of you now. Isn't it better this way?"My mother's tears were streaming down her face. "Kira, we were so wrong. All of us. You are our daughter. You are our blood. That cannot just be severe
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