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It was that acquiescence, that nonchalance, that felt like a spear into her side like a jagged deep wound. So it goes, she said—had her family accepted that too? More than likely, she imagined. Tegan had been the last to see her that she recalled, but would have he had said anything? She doubted it; he had been consumed by the desire to leave too, he had abandoned them.

And so had she.

Her stomach knotted with discomfort—no, guilt.

"I'm sorry," she offered again, knowing it to be a useless reply. It was a difficult topic to broach and one that she found she had no hope of smoothing over. It didn't feel right to go probing for information any more than she had so as she gathered her assumptions, she stood much like a child caught in a situation they were not so sure how to get out of.