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Sorana sobbed. It cut off her voice when she tried to protest that Teya was giving Reyes no home to return to by moving on to another man. She didn't feel that she alone was reason for him to stay.

She had always felt happy with her mom, but she was older now. Teya had never spoken of Reyes, the fights, or her feelings, but Sora could see the lines of misery drawn in her mother's face. They were the same as the lines cut through Sora's heart.

They melted away when Teya spent time with Bronco, and Sora knew he made her happy. That should have been enough for any child who loved their parent, but Sorana had been abandoned by her father and feared nothing in the world more than losing her mother. Bronco was a threat.

As soon as they had children together, Bronco would want his elevated in Teya's eyes. He would chase Sora away from her mother to establish his own offspring. They would make the lines melt from Teya's face in a way Sora never had, because they were Bronco's and she was Reyes'.

And Teya did not love Reyes. N-n-no they don't, she stammered through tears, unsure really what she was responding to. W-why can't I h-h-have a normal f-f-am—

Her words broke off and Sorana wept, leaning into Bridget's embrace, and wondered whether it would be best to remove herself from her mother's side before she was forcibly removed. All of Bridget's soothing words went largely uncomprehended; she was too wrapped up in her imaginary scenario to truly hear them, though they would stay with her and maybe make their impact later when she calmed down.