The Triplet's Sin
I woke without energy, without spark, just quiet.
I moved mechanically, brushing my teeth, dressing for school, braiding my hair. Each motion felt distant, as if I were watching someone else inhabit my body.
The bond was still there. Low and persistent.
When I finished, I headed downstairs to the dining room. I had barely taken my seat when footsteps echoed behind me. Controlled. Unhurried.
“Good morning, Riven,” Nana greeted warmly.
The elderly nanny stood by the kitchen entrance, her gray hair tied neatly back. She had come to live with us after our parents left for their honeymoon. From what I had learned, she had practically raised the triplets.
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