Nova's POV “Lilly… Lilly is dead?”Lydia kept repeating it, the words scraping out of a throat that hadn’t been used in years. Tears welled fast and spilled over, tracking down the scarred side of her face.“Mrs. Tran!” I called, not taking my eyes off Lydia. “She needs water—please!”Footsteps rushed down the hall. The door pushed open. Mrs. Tran froze in the doorway when she saw her daughter’s wet face and moving mouth.“She spoke,” I said. “She spoke.”Mrs. Tran was at the bed in two strides. Lydia looked up at her, eyes wide and shining.“Mom.”The sound of that single word broke whatever had been holding Mrs. Tran together. She pulled her daughter into her arms and the two of them cried—raw, shaking sobs that filled the small dim room. I stayed still on the edge of the bed, throat tight, watching years of locked-up grief finally spill out.After a long time Mrs. Tran pulled back just enough to cup Lydia’s face. She grabbed the water bottle from the nightstand, twisted the cap of
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