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Ahhhh, damn. She couldn't leave it with that. As Sorana started to cry harder, Bridget moved to pull her close. She wasn't about to let her cry without someone there to cry into. She'd hold her unless she pulled away.

I know it doesn't feel like it, bug, but there's a big difference between choosing to leave and being unable to come home. She didn't blame Sorana for being angry, and she wouldn't tell her she was wrong for it. Whether he wanted to or not, Reyes had left her. Until he came back, she didn't have her daddy, and that hurt in a way nothing could fix.

None of this was your fault. Reyes went to go see his family on the coast, not because of you, but because he missed them. She didn't know that for sure but it was easy to assume. Bridget would give him all the credit in the world if it meant his daughter didn't blame herself. A lot of things could have kept him. But your daddy is strong and he loves you. He will be back. He'd better be.

It had been a long time. She'd been gone for months. He'd disappeared too completely for her to believe he was dead.

You won't replace him, I know that. Your mom and your dad fought, but they both love you. That's why they only fought each other. I know that doesn't make it better, or easier, but that isn't your fault either. I promise. Sometimes, even when we love each other, we just need different things. She didn't know if Sorana would understand. Younger wolves were harder because they took so many things on themselves, unable to see how adults could make mistakes so much worse than their own. Sorana believed so completely that her parents were perfect, she'd somehow managed to pull all of the blame for Teya and for Reyes into her own doing.

She needed to know it wasn't her fault.