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He did leave! Sorana insisted, fat tears welling and sliding down her face as she swallowed back a hiccough. Maybe he hadn't left on purpose, but he had left. She couldn't understand what in the world was more important than being here with her and her mom — such was the self-centered mind of a child.

He and mama fought all the time and then I tried to swim across the lake and then he left, she choked out. And even if he d-does come back, he'll be replaced, and then he'll just leave again! And she would be stuck here with her mom, who was happier with someone else, who would have babies she was happier with than Sorana, and she would be abandoned again.

That felt like an inevitability to Sorana, and no amount of comforting could make her think otherwise, and the thought of it reduced her to wailing, because her parents fought all the time and probably had never loved each other and probably never wanted her in the first place. Teya would want new babies with her stupid new boyfriend, she felt, if Teya was happier with him, and they would be better in every way than she was.

She wished she'd never been born.