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It felt good to be held. It felt good to cry her heart out. Sorana had been trying to suppress her pain and misery so long that being alone with those feelings was the norm for her. She could scarcely remember what being truly happy felt like, but the relief she felt in Bridget's comfort surely came close.

It wouldn't solve her problems. It wouldn't make Bronco disappear and it wouldn't bring Reyes back, and it wouldn't make her parents love each other, but the release felt good right now.

It was a long while before her sobs softened and she caught her breath enough to form words between sniffles. Bridget wanted to know what she was worried about. No doubt her auntie would reassure her about each thing she brought up, but the comfort of that reassurance, while temporary, might be enough to stop the terrible spiral of her thoughts.

So she answered as best she could.

That daddy is dead, she whispered. Or that he's not and isn't coming home on purpose. That mama will be happier with new babies than she is with me because they're not daddy's. That... That he'll chase me away from mama so there's no competition. There wasn't even any evidence Teya and Bronco had plans to have kids, but that was how it worked in Sora's head. Brecheliant only had two couples, if you counted Reyes and Teya, and both of them had kids, so surely that was what Bronco and Teya would do too.

She trembled and sniffled before adding, innocently enough, but with weight to make it clear how far her psyche had slipped, that everyone w-would just be happier if I never existed.